It’s election season, meaning it’s time to set out all the trappings of our modern meritocracy: the televised political debates; the misleading and mean campaign ads; the Maureen Dowd columns; and the wedding announcements in which a Democrat marries a (gasp!) Republican.
“It was like a movie where it happens in slow motion,” said bride Andrea Hailey of the moment it dawned on her that her boyfriend, David Williamson, hung to the right. “I was just like ‘Nooooooo … ‘ I was horrified. But I was in love with him. We were pretty far into our relationship at this point.”
Just as falling for someone can mean overlooking their paunch or getting used to their snores, it can also compel a person to not only tolerate, say, a family of “die-hard lifelong Republicans,” but even to love them. Really, the craziest part of the column actually isn’t the across-the-aisle walk-down-the-aisle. It’s that the words “I would fall asleep and wake up and she would be there” are used by the bride as a positive in describing her mother-in-law. (Also noteworthy is that “guests streamed out onto the lawn in front of the church as a string ensemble played a classical version of Beyoncé’s hit ‘Love on Top.'”)
While Williamson may be a Republican, perhaps it’s better that way: After all, another September groom authored a book called The Neglected Voter: White Men and the Democratic Dilemma, which doesn’t sound fun. (Hey, how come there’s no White History Month, ehh? EHH?) See what happens when you abandon the white men, Democrats? First they identify as Republicans, and then they steal your women.
Ultimately, though, Hailey’s decision to pull the reverse Mary Matalin had little to do with politics. It pretty much came down to this: “She liked their banter, and the way his shoulders bobbed up and down when a song by Jay-Z or Nas came on.” I think we can all agree to vote “YES” on this union.
Jay-Z or Nas themselves would probably get along well with another groom, Brett Augspurger, whose explanation of his social habits resulted in one of the great lines in “Vows” history:
“I roll deep,” said Mr. Augspurger, now 32, using hip-hop slang to explain how he found refuge in a group of friends who lived in and hung out at a big house in Berkeley, Calif.
No wonder the Democrats neglect the white men: They’re hella embarrassing. I can’t decide, though, what would be more humiliating: to have an article about your wedding in the New York Times that describes your exes in lurid detail (“one [was] a performance artist who took to the stage in diapers, another was a polyandrous zealot of Japanese comic books”)
— OR —
to be this poor cat-loving groom. Every man, when he is a little boy, surely dreams that one day his wedding will be immortalized in the Paper of Record with an article whose first sentence is “Brian Mullen had long loved his cat, Sydney.”
Later we learn that Sydney was named after Jennifer Garner’s character in Alias and has her own Facebook page (“her activity is relegated to pokes and meows”) and that the bride’s friend “thought it was really weird, a guy with a cat” … but not before poor Brian is further humiliated by his own beloved:
On her first night in the city, Mr. Mullen sent her an e-mail asking if she had arrived, and he joined her and her friends at a restaurant. Ms. Laureano thought nothing of the meeting. “I didn’t think there was an obvious connection,” she said. “I was planning to return to San Francisco, and he was focused on working in New York. I even asked my girlfriends, and they were like, ‘Eh.'”
Amazing. I hope she wrote that heart-fluttering anecdote into their wedding ceremony, although it’s impossible to know: The only part of the sermon that the article mentions is the part where the priest mentions Sydney the cat.
Congratulations to Beth Reisfeld and Chris Lesch, who at just 25 years old are the winners of this month’s Society Scorecard (tabulated according to our proprietary NUPTIALS algorithm) and, more important, this month’s Chosen Couple.
The pair met at Yale, have families who used to be next-door neighbors in Brooklyn, and are “training for a career in Jewish education” and about “to become a Fulbright fellow at Hebrew University in Jerusalem,” respectively. This wedding was so holy that it required two rabbis — although only one of them was named Shlomo. Mazel tov, you bright young things.
In other matrimonial matters this past month …
- This story of finally confronting a “subway crush” is great — and kinda makes me miss New York, tear — but I really love this couple’s tale of how, on their first date, an older couple sitting next to them eavesdropped on their conversation, told them they had “great karma,” and then secretly paid their bill. I’m, like, freakishly invested in whether the kind anonymous benefactors read the article and found out they’ve gotten married, and if so, when there’s gonna be a Rachel McAdams film about it.
- If I could have any wish granted, I’d wish for more wishes and then with one of them I’d get transported to Suze Orman’s breakfast nook (it’s gotta have animal-print upholstery, no?) at the exact moment she opens up her Sunday paper and reads the words “I actually refinanced my mortgage in order to pay for the matchmaker.” Hey, at least it was a successful investment!
- When you read a sentence that so-and-so “led a ceremony that included Christian, Jewish, and Zoroastrian elements,” it’s always a pretty safe bet that the next line will be “The couple met at Oberlin College, from which they graduated.”
- There were a lot of great names this month, but a few highlights include Kenneth Slater Carberry III (“Mr. Carberry, 40, is known as Slater“); Hector Salaverry Rosekrans (“a son of A. Spreckles Rosekrans“); and my favorite, Brigham Cobb Kiplinger, of the personal-finance Kiplingers. (There’s also a mother of the groom named Star Smith, which is awesome.)
- Very few pleasures are greater than finding out “the ceremony is to be led by Henry Louis Gates Jr.,” but one of them is definitely learning, sans further explanation: “on Saturday, former New York Gov. David A. Paterson led a ceremony at Helsinki Hudson, a restaurant in Hudson, NY.”
- Oh wait, forget it, I lied, neither of those examples even remotely matters in a world where we have this: “The rock musician Steve Miller, a friend of the couple who became a Universal Life minister for the event, officiated.” He’s a picker, he’s a grinner, he’s a lover, and he’s a minister, see? (At least here we find out how he knows the couple: One of the grooms “has also directed concert tours for Alice Cooper, Kiss, Cyndi Lauper and Mr. Miller, among others.”)
- What percentage of Lily Vonnegut’s daily interactions do you think involve someone cracking an “Any relation to Kurt?” joke and her having to awkwardly answer “Actually, yes.” I’ll set the over/under at 30 percent.
- In other celebrity dad news, James Rebhorn’s daughter got married, which means I just spent the last 30 minutes watching various Meet the Parents clips on YouTube. This is really one of the great car-chase scenes of all time.
- In what may become a monthly tradition, depending on the short-to-medium-term direction of makeup trends, I am pleased to be awarding the inaugural Lesley Stahl Award for Excellence in Lipstick. The edgy Rachel Been and the classic Zoe Vandeveer were joint runners-up, but my favorite hue was sported by Deirdre O’Scannlain. I wish the Times could be more servicey and tell its readers how to Get That Look.
- These two were voted prom king and queen … FOR LIFE.
- Congratulations to Alice Brooks and Samuel Spencer for having what I believe to be the only wedding announcement on record — the only anything on record, actually — that includes the names Bill Clinton, Justin Bieber, and Cornelius Vanderbilt. Captains of industry, all of them! I also like how Spencer isn’t just related to Vanderbilt, he’s also “a descendant of John Jay, the first chief justice of the United States.” (That narrowly edges out this groom’s twofer as the great-grandson of “both the late David Sarnoff, the longtime chairman of RCA and the founder of NBC, and the late Paul Felix Warburg, the New York philanthropist and financier.”)
- If you think being a double-descendant is a big deal, check out this bride, who is the scion of two United States presidents AND of a signer of the Declaration of Independence, and with whom I totally went to middle school.
- So many solo bride pictures this month. I get that it’s super traditional, but it kind of creeps me out and makes a wedding feel like even more of a strange social transaction than it already does. But anyway, what I really want to know is, what’s up with the cupcakes in this one?
- Sometimes I wish the Times wedding announcements dispensed with the coded pleasantries and just told you straight-up who’s got all the power. “The bride’s paternal uncle, Alayeluwa Oba Okunade Sijuwade, is the ruling king of Ile-Ife” is a very good start.
- For anyone who might still be feeling sorry for the Lehman banker who was fired for talking lax trash in the Wall Street Journal, just know that things worked out for the poor guy after all. (Also, the sentence “Lacrosse, a contact sport in which players fling a rubber ball from a net attached to the end of a stick, long has been part of Wall Street’s culture” is my new favorite sentence; it’s clearly the predecessor to this.)
- The best casual mention of B.D. Wong in the New York Times is no longer a distinction held by the 2011 article about The Paint Whisperer. (“She once figured out how to make the actor B.D. Wong’s staircase look like a papaya.”) It’s now this “Vows” column, in which Wong’s former partner (with whom he shares parental responsibilities for their son Jackson Foo Wong) gets remarried in front of Barbara Walters, Tyra Banks, Lloyd Blankfein, and Melissa Etheridge, among others. I will continue to monitor all future B.D. Wong mentions closely, rest assured.
- The headline to this (kind of random) story about an attempted theft at a wedding totally kills me. “After Wedding, Money Box Is the Something Borrowed.” That’s some good stuff right there. I feel like Horatio Caine should be putting on his sunglasses right about now.
- As if planning and participating in a wedding weren’t stressful enough, now couples have the added pressure of leveraging social media, apparently. These are two actual paragraphs from an actual article, and they’re so perfect that there’s nothing I can add to them:
Mr. Masse, 25, who does not have phone numbers for some of his friends but communicates via Twitter direct message, said the [massewedding] hashtag’s trending “was just supercool.”
He added: “I’m a pretty chill person and if anything huge happens I try to downplay it. When the photographer told us” — he had set up his phone to receive alerts — “I actually hugged Ed and we all stood up and cheered.
For all the opposites who attract, there are umpteen others who gravitate to like-minded souls. One of the nice things about the September weddings was how many of them featured couples who met while pursuing their deeply held interests.
This month featured opera singers and instrument players; there was a pair of marine biologists and a backpacking couple who get their rocks off talking about rocks. (So it is, too, for this pair, for whom a conversation about sidewalks is like foreplay.)
Two law clerks met while playing pub trivia. These two undoubtedly bond over their Fulbrights. There were people who met playing rugby — I love the team name “Worcester Men” — and those who “became friendly during grueling team practices” for the Oxford boxing club.
I just love the implication of all these duos. Don’t mortgage your house for a matchmaker; no need to pretend to be someone you’re not. Just surround yourself with things you love doing, and you’re bound to meet people you’ll love doing too.