I would also like to take a moment to say that I'm not one for mushy sentimentality, but PMS tends to reduce me to either Ms. Cranky McBitch or a blubbering girl. It was the later version that manifested itself this morning as I finished reading the previously mentioned New York magazine article. Then I started getting all misty eyed in that sort of way that a girl gets when she thinks about love, babies, and frolicking kittens. Reading about the author's "It's not a wedding! It's a party about love!" commitment ceremony, I realized that I wanted one too. Especially after reading this line:
"We just wanted a big, awesome party where everyone could meet and go bananas. It’s a special opportunity, you know: The only other time everyone you love will assemble in one place is at your funeral."
God, I swear I was going to cry right then and there on the 4 train.
"And I do not believe in crummy parties. I believe in glamour. I believe that when you are on your deathbed clinging to the murk of your memories, some will stay with you purely on the power of atmosphere: the way a punch bowl looked surrounded by daisies at your 5th-birthday party, the feel of a certain set of blue sheets the first time you traveled alone. There was no way I was going to let this thing be shoddy—some pathetic hers-and-hers imitation of the real thing or some vaguely patchouli-scented ceremony. If I was going to have a party about love, it was going to be the classiest party about love ever."
Amen, sister!
Before you write me off as a girly girl that has some deep seated need for heteronormality, I will first point to my PMS for blame and then swear to you that gay marriage and babies are low on my list of things to accomplish. However everyone likes a party about love -- even Ms. Cranky McBitch.
So OFAG? Consider it relaunched, motherfuckers.
7 comments:
PMS ruins everything. One read of those excerpts and I want a party about love! It's amazing how even the most radical lesbians turn into "girly-girls" (well that or a raving lunatic) during "that time of the month."
Rock on Sister -- Get your Girl-Hunt on!
Yay--I love when Ms. Cranky McBitch shows up, her snide comments are simply divine! More OFAG, less Fake Girlfriend, please.
And the world breathes a sigh of relief, being restored to its proper order.
First of all, great article. It makes me want to have a party about love and I’m not even PMSing. Second, here is an article which may help you with the relaunch of OFAG
http://msn.match.com/msn/article.aspx?articleid=6935&TrackingID=516311&BannerID=544657&menuid=6>1=9278
Sorry, I don’t know how to do that cute little link thingy. Anyway, good luck!!
Okay….so my copying and pasting sucks as much as my inability to create a link. I sent you the article directly (I hope I did that right). Cheers!
Well, I suppose hormonal instability is a good thing if it'll get you back in the dating mix. Interesting though, you got all sentimental(yea, you did), and I kicked a hole in my office wall. Then again I was on the "Nuvaring" at the time. So small and so powerful! Nonetheless, good luck Seester! We've got your back like a big ol' lesbian Verizon network crew. And we'll be watching for bullshit. . .
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