tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9958233.post115637008916792796..comments2023-10-10T07:12:55.445-05:00Comments on City of Tiny Lights: Prenuptual Rituals and Human Nature: A Personal ReflectionWill Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01695153396800974213noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9958233.post-1157305237745288622006-09-03T12:40:00.000-05:002006-09-03T12:40:00.000-05:00Will, I couldn't agree with you more on all of thi...Will, I couldn't agree with you more on all of this. I too face that marriage problem every day thanks to our various good friends all tying the knot, wondering why I don't even want to think of such a thing. <BR/><BR/>Aside from the hassle surrounding planning a wedding, the various parties are not much of a hoot either, as we've both experienced. I will say, having you to hang out with at that one party definately made things alot easier. <BR/><BR/>There is something very strange watching people turn from the most average "normal" person into a mass of yelling and throwing of money. But then again, I chalk that up to how repressed most of American society really is. <BR/><BR/>After all, when you're so tightly wound, making sure all of your friends look perfect standing in front of a church, taking care of hundreds of people coming in and out of town, and dropping alot of cash on something that you're supposed to look back on and cherish forever (i say with the utmost sarcasm), it's understandable how the right set and setting can turn the regular dude into someone wherewolvish. <BR/><BR/>I think that marriage is another one of those societal expectations that we spend so much time building up in our lives (especially thanks to television and movies) that when it finally happens and is over - no one knows what to do. "They lived happily ever after" can only go on for so long before you begin wondering what it would be like to remember the days where you were allowed to be wild and crazy. <BR/><BR/>I think we've come a long way from the days where this was just a property arrangement, but the patriarchy isn't going anywhere anytime soon. Until we can face our on fears surrounding the expectations of society, we'll still keep participating in these rituals instead of exploring things we'd truly like to.Aaron Cynichttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12880668299923567596noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9958233.post-1156784861695784182006-08-28T12:07:00.000-05:002006-08-28T12:07:00.000-05:00Excellent, Frema. I've never met you (to my knowl...Excellent, Frema. I've never met you (to my knowledge) but my opinion of you has gone up with the exclusion of fake peni at your bachelorette party. Well done! :-DMJenkshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12761003604210840898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9958233.post-1156443808091326162006-08-24T13:23:00.000-05:002006-08-24T13:23:00.000-05:00Also, I just noticed that the double "nots" in the...Also, I just noticed that the double "nots" in the last line of my first paragraph in my first comment was a typo. I wasn't set on having a stripper but on NOT having one.<BR/><BR/>*slinks away quietly before Will thinks she's stalking him*Fremahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12163183111369013405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9958233.post-1156443724532496582006-08-24T13:22:00.000-05:002006-08-24T13:22:00.000-05:00P.S. There were also no fake penises. :)P.S. There were also no fake penises. :)Fremahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12163183111369013405noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9958233.post-1156433085030163292006-08-24T10:24:00.000-05:002006-08-24T10:24:00.000-05:00I remember a perfectly fine Milwaukee Brewers game...I remember a perfectly fine Milwaukee Brewers game I attended that was ruined by a bachelorette party arriving and sitting a few rows in front of us. Is it just me, or do all the phallus-shaped decorations/implements really seem a bit obsessive? I don't recall having a booby cap on my head during my bachelor party (just boobies).<BR/><BR/>Going to a strip club for a bachelor party, that's nice and well and all. It's "tradition" (since what, like, the 60s?) to do so. However, how disappointing is it to go to a "strip club" where they don't actually strip? Oh highly, I say. <BR/><BR/>Good point on the objectification of women. Yes, to an extent they are selling their sex to the guy in the front row with the mullet and moth-eaten mustache. He ain't gettin' any like that, so he might as well rock out and pretend, right? However, I feel sorry for the women who are clearly up into their forties who are still going at it. Maybe they're doing it for thrills or to feel sexy once again. More power to you, if so. Maybe they're doing it because they can't get anything else. Those are the ones I truly pity.<BR/><BR/>One of the finer "traditions" that we had with the Notre Dame crowd that I think you'd appreciate: steak dinner before the bar. Now that's an adventure you can sink your teeth into. <BR/><BR/>Pun intended.MJenkshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12761003604210840898noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9958233.post-1156426004387420252006-08-24T08:26:00.000-05:002006-08-24T08:26:00.000-05:00As someone who recently had a bachelorette party o...As someone who recently had a bachelorette party of her own, I can tell you that I was more concerned about having a fun night out with my girlfriends than impressing any guys, so the fact that I may have annoyed some with my butt-pincher doesn't bother me. I only approached men who were on the dance floor, where they were getting their freak-nasty on, and they were all good sports about it. I so rarely get to let it all hang out with my friends. I didn't want anything to get in the way of that. It was for that reason I was adamant about not not having a stripper. <BR/><BR/>Don't know if this addresses any of your issues. Just throwing in my two cents. :)Fremahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12163183111369013405noreply@blogger.com