The bride as a rock star
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Well, I knew this was coming! I’ve already been planning a week-long romp in a wedding dress, in which I will go to work, ride the bus, hang out in bars (professing that I don’t want to get married, but might as well be prepared for the unforeseen), and even play softball in a wedding dress. My mother, bless her hopeful heart, has expressed the desire to see me “in a wedding dress before I die.” (The only way she’ll see me in a wedding dress is if I just wear one for no specific reason.) All I need is someone to film and direct this mini-documentary.
Salon explores the new rage of trashing your wedding dress, a bit the way rock stars trash their guitars onstage: The Wedding Trashers
(If you’re not subscribed to Salon.com, all you have to do to read the article is click “next,” then look at the ad that pops up, then go on to “enter salon.” For some reason it was really complicated for me, in my uncaffeinated state, so I thought I’d be helpful and nudge you along.)
And yes, some of you have seen this cartoon before, when it first came out: as promised…
June 30th, 2007 at 12:08 pm
Your warning re Salon totally intimidates me this morning. And I’d rather read your report on the wild career of the Wedding Dress than Salon’s anyway.
June 30th, 2007 at 3:39 pm
Woops! Sorry! Apparently I’m the only one who finds it so baffling! Give it a try! I’ve got some impatience issues. When I see something come up on screen that I don’t expect (or want) to see, I just click out and move on to the next item on my agenda.
July 4th, 2007 at 2:30 pm
Newyorkette— marry me! (Even though my wife frowns on me proposing to other cartoonists.)
July 9th, 2007 at 2:28 am
Something tells me she must be used to it by now!
