Bridal Bliss
Over at the Guardian, Kirsten Hansen has a piece discussing the lavish excesses of the overpriced-wedding industry, where $50,000 for a one-day party isn't unheard-of. I have nothing bad to say about the wedding industry, however; I fully encourage the growth of a profession based on persuading middle-class people to spend upwards of a whole year's post-tax take-home pay -- three or four percent of their entire adult professional lifetime earnings -- on a single day's party, because I believe letting fools keep hold of their money is a sin.
I also believe buying $300 sneakers for your still-growing child's feet is a very intelligent and well-thought-out thing to do, especially if you're a low-income parent wondering why you can't seem to ever get ahead in life.
I also believe buying $300 sneakers for your still-growing child's feet is a very intelligent and well-thought-out thing to do, especially if you're a low-income parent wondering why you can't seem to ever get ahead in life.
posted by Jennifer Abel at 11:49 AM
8 Comments:
Have you seen that show from Britain about the weddings that Gypsies throw for their daughters?
Under educated, in-bread outcasts.
Each girl wants a bigger dress than the last. The dresses have gotten so big, the girls can't get into the carriages or fit down the isles of the Catholic churches they get married in. The spectacles are at first funny, but ultimately sad.
Poor dears. If they cast about in bread all the time, they'll either get moldy or a case of the weevils.
Dears don't care - they'll eat moldy bread, even with weevils in it.
OK, so my spelling is crumby.
OK, so my spelling is crumby.
Just crumby? Not moldy or full of weevils? :-)
I seem to have many crusty friends.
Better than that crusty underwear.
My underwear's not crusty, but like a Mormon's they may be holy.
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