Once upon a time, someone- a woman of senior years- observed to me that she ” didn’t know why young women got dressed up to get married when what they were really doing was committing themselves to a life behind the kitchen sink.”
Cynical? Perhaps. But, even today, is there any truth in it?
In marrying, are women thrusting themselves into the burden of responsibility: for attending to the needs of an unspecified number of people for an unspecified length of time? If so, is this reason to dress up and celebrate the day of this commitment?
Or is the marriage ceremony symbolic of something much higher? The strength of a bond, the hope of its endurance: the overwhelming, all-encompassing feeling we call love?
I for one hope it’s the latter.