Getting married is not something I fantasized about growing up. I wasn’t one of those kids who planned her dream marriage with her friends during sleepovers. I didn’t even like sleepovers. I thought I would get married eventually (at some point, you know, after college) and then go about living a married life like my parents.
Then, while in graduate school, I met my now husband, fell in love, and got engaged. But then social media kicked in during my engagement period and I was consumed by “The Joneses.” But in this case, The Joneses weren’t next door, they were in my pocket. To “keep up with them,” all I had to do was pull out my phone and enter the Internet to see what fabulous married life they were planning on whatever site was bringing everyday weddings to the forefront of consumerism. I was hooked and wanted a married life that would grace the likes of Instagram with my wood burning stove, SMEG fridge, perfectly picked out curly fro (with a three-point crown on top), three-day sprouted rice in my bowl, and a bullet coffee in my cup.