“Bachelorette parties are spin-offs, obviously, of bachelor parties, which began, hundreds of years ago, as a dinner the bridegroom threw for his buddies before the wedding. In the spirit of gender equality, bachelorette parties were borne of the sexual revolution of the 1960s. All well and good! More gender equality! Yet somehow, they’ve turned, stereotypically speaking, into debaucherous nights of embarrassment and ill-fated frivolity. I dreaded that for myself.
Don’t get me wrong, I am all about frivolity. And debauchery. What I’m not all about is the pressure to participate in something epic that would be tied into some kind of statement about who I am as a woman and, soon, a wife. I don’t need a “last chance” at fun, because I don’t expect that being married will somehow strip me of my ability to enjoy myself.
April 20th, 2012 is not the last day of freedom I’ll ever have. It’s not the last time a friend can call me and say “Hey, I’ve had a shit day, can we get some beers”? It’s not the last time I’ll ever be fun. It’s just the day before my wedding.”