Dear reader, I won’t lie to you. I have reached The Wedding Age.
TWA is not, thank modern life and all its socially advanced attitudes, a self-inflicted notion of when I should be tying the knot. I really, really could not give a flying fudge about when “they” (who ARE “they”, anyway?) think that I should be committing my life to a relationship. It’s actually something that most of us are probably pretty familiar with: the age at which we realise we are spending most of our weekends at idyllic country mansions watching our friends get hitched, whereas we used to spend our weekends watching football, drinking, playing video games or indeed all of the above.
I’m really enjoying TWA so far. My friends are wonderful people who deserve to be happy, and their weddings are, almost without exception, extremely joyful occasions. My only qualm with TWA right now is that I am also careering headfirst into the world of bridesmaid duties, travelling long distances in high heels and investing extortionate amounts of money in waterproof mascara. I am also, heaven help us all, being asked for my opinion on wedding things. For example, a very close friend of mine recently said that she would like this song to be part of her wedding ceremony:
Now, here is the worrying thing: one of my first thoughts was genuinely “isn’t this song a bit unrealistic? I mean, isn’t it a bit much to ask men to be nice to us for, like, the rest of our lives?”
Shock, horror and other negative forms of surprise abounded as soon as this thought had formed. What the hell kind of feminist am I to question what women deserve in their marriages? What on earth did the Pankhursts fight so hard for, if not women’s essential self-worth? And for heaven’s sake, why hasn’t someone made a mash up of this song with Olly Murs’ “Dance With Me Tonight”?!
Let’s be honest: no one can be nice the entire time. It’s not a sustainable way to behave and, even if you could sustain permanent affability, your friends and loved ones would start to suspect that you were a robot sent to spy on them. No one, male or female, can spend their whole lives being unfailingly kind, understanding and romantic. Having said that, the message of Meghan Trainor’s jaunty tune is basically a good one: we need to have high standards for ourselves.
Relationships are hard, and being in love can be a very messy business. But if we want to spend the rest of our lives with another human being, we should a) be honest with them about how we would like to be treated, b) give them realistic expectations of what we are like on bad as well as good days, and c) marry the person who wants to treat us well forever more.
Hey: remember that amazing rom-com about that girl who met a guy who flirted with her a bit, replied to her texts after a few days and was a bit stand-offish with her friends? And then after some clumsy dates and a few awkward advances they got together, moved in because one of their leases was about to end and the guy proposed when the girl half-jokingly pressured him into it? And then their marriage petered out into a cordial but essentially passionless co-existence? No? Of course you don’t. That, my dearest and most gorgeous reader, is because really excellent relationships and marriages are formed by people who work as a team and make each other the best that they can be. They are not formed by people who are desperately trying to navigate the complicated world of mixed messages, passive aggression and emotionally distant game-playing. People who really want you won’t push you away, and even if your loved one falls short every once in a while, the important thing is that they want to be good enough for you. Trying to love someone well is better than being eligible for a mortgage application.
I sincerely hope that, if you are planning or hoping to marry one day, your future spouse will treat you the way Meghan Trainor wants to be treated. More importantly, I hope that they want to.
Have a cracking Sunday evening, team. Don’t let the end-of-weekend blues get you down.