I’m a woman, raised on Disney princesses and engagement ring commercials, same as you. Happily Ever After was sold to me as more than just a concept, but an end game. And this week the world paid witness to the real-life fairy tale of a prince and princess getting married. The media went ape shit, Twitter crashed, and I desperately sought out an alternative. The whole thing kinda pissed me off.
Don’t get me wrong, I love love, and even at my most feminist I’ll defend a woman’s right to throw a big party, wear a gorgeous white dress and change her name, if that’s what she wants. My wedding was everything I wanted it to be, and every day I appreciate the commitment and permanence of marriage. But I can’t help but wince a little when the world decrees the most important thing, like, ever, a big, fancy wedding. For weeks, devastating natural disasters, killed American soldiers and a drowning economy have been overshadowed by two kids in England getting married. On CNN, the most ridiculous, racist (borderline treason) political campaigns against the President of the United States are glossed over, while a photo gallery of wedding dress contenders takes up half an hour.
It’s this obsession with marriage that irks me. Correction, it’s this obsession with an idyllic wealthy, white man and woman getting married that irks me. I’m not hating on William and Kate, bless them. But when was the last time you saw the media go ga ga over a minority union, inter-racial marriage or gay marriage for that matter? I also hate the force-feeding of Happily Ever After (see, still going on) to women around the world. The global focus on this wedding reinforces the most anti-feminist message around: Get married, ladies, and all your dreams will come true. Not only is this snagging-a-man mission insulting to both genders, but it devalues the greatness of women as individuals. How about all your dreams can come true because you can make them come true, diamond ring or not?