- OOOH! LET ME SEE THE RING!
- How did he propose?
- When's the wedding?
I kept asking my family when exactly between the proposals and the phone calls later that day were we supposed to decide a date?
On the flip side, for Seth, its:
- Great job!
- Good work!
(insert "way to bag her!" here...no one's said it, but I feel it).
And that's IF they comment.
People hear through the grapevine with me, and have been wonderful going out of their way to congratulate me. Friends from high school, childhood, even my week in Guatemala have sent me such beautiful notes.
It feels weird. Don't get me wrong- I LOVE hearing how happy people are for us! And I'm happy to reveal every detail imaginable if you want it, especially to friends and relatives (and yes, eventually you definitely do need to know the date)!
It's just interesting how suddenly, people I don't know so well take a keen interest into the superficial details of my life (thanks Facebook). The focus on the material is almost jarring...and I expect it and go right along with it. I describe in detail 'the ring', explain the process of our engagement (as my rebellion to the "he" question!), and tell them we're getting married before the end of the world. I don't mention my job interviews, my work creating a Mutual Aid and Solidarity Society, or my training for bike rides.
I'm not sure if it's because I'm unemployed that I think about it so much more...but it's interesting to think about the gender and material dynamics played out here. I submit to Seth and Seth is to be cheered for grabbing me, and then he brands me with his ring.
What do you guys think? Am I too cynical?
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