I’m more than willing to share the love on your special day. But after reading yet another story about the rising cost of being a bridesmaid, it’s time for a reality check.Look, I think it’s great that you are entering the Vatican in a horse-drawn carriage covered with Swarovski crystals. But I would still rather stab myself through the hand with a fork than discuss your invitation fonts.
Often, stories about massive age gaps feature pictures of of Ronnie Wood or Hugh Hefner holding hands with women young enough to be their daughters. But I was attracted to successful, charismatic, ambitious men whom I considered my peers and went through dozens of ‘Mr. Bigs’. The ones I would consider setting up home with often didn’t consider me wife material.The men I dated either became competitive professionally or expected me to have a more traditional, stay-at-home role.’[. . .]