stop describing a wedding day as the most important day in a woman’s life. I suspect that the very idea of a single most important day in someone’s life is absurd, but if it does exist, I’m sure “the day you got into Harvard” or “the day you found out your cancer had gone into remission” or, my personal favorite, “the day you had your first orgasm” would be closer to the top than “the day you showed off your $8,000 white dress signaling your make-believe virginity while binding yourself financially and emotionally to a man in front of a make-believe deity.” If I ever get married, it will damn well be the best fucking party in my life, the best accumulation of expensive gifts in a single day, but the most important day? I’m insulted.
ABSO-FUCKING-LUTELY
