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-Titulo Original : To Hell With All That Loving And Loathing Our Inner Housewife
-Fabricante :
Back Bay Books
-Descripcion Original:
From The New Yorkers most entertaining and acerbic wit comes a controversial reassessment of the rituals and events that shape womens lives: weddings, sex, housekeeping, and motherhood. About the Author Caitlin Flanagan is a former high school teacher who became a writer; she has been on staff at the Atlantic, the New Yorker, and the Wall Street Journal. A winner of the National Magazine Award, she has also written for Time, O, The Oprah Magazine, the New York Times, and the Los Angeles Times. Her work has been widely anthologized in, among other publications, The Best American Essays and The Best American Magazine Writing series. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband and two sons. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. To Hell with All That Loving and Loathing Our Inner Housewife By Caitlin Flanagan Back Bay Books Copyright © 2007 Caitlin FlanaganAll right reserved. ISBN: 9780316066273 Chapter One The Virgin Bride I DO NOT PLAN to have another wedding; Im standing pat at two. But I must confess that after spending a pleasant hour gazing at the photographs in a recent crop of wedding guides, I began to feel a bit of the old itch. There is something deeply seductive about a wedding: romance in its great last stand, not yet sullied by routine and responsibility. Even a photograph of that ill-fated girl Diana Spencer, standing on the steps of St. Pauls, her veil caught in a gust of wind and her father waiting to take her hand, can provoke in me a vague yet undeniable longing. But it took only a few minutes of actually reading the texts of these manuals to bring me to my senses. More than fondness for my husband keeps me from getting on the phone to price tea roses and a tent. Planning a wedding is hell. Things are said. Doors are slammed. Quarrels about the most inconsequential things-yellow tablecloths or white? hors doeuvres set out on tables or passed around on trays?-are often pitched at such a level that it seems the combatants may never recover from them. Much of the anxiety, of course, is tribal. It is wrenching to have to open the sacred circle to admit an outsider. If, as Joan Didion once wrote, marriage is the classic betrayal, a wedding is the Judas kiss, public and terrible. But what brings people almost to the breaking point (emotional, social, financial) is that white weddings as they are currently practiced in America-with flocks of attendants, dinner dances for hundreds of guests, and a code governing every moment of the proceedings-dont come naturally to most. Perhaps they dont come naturally to anybody other than the members of the $70-billion-a-year wedding industry, who seem to have all but created the contemporary event, weaving together attractive bits of genuine tradition and bolts of pure invention. Before World War II the idea that a girl of modest means would expect any of todays purchased grandeur would have been laughable. She would have been familiar with the elements of such a ceremony, would have seen lavish movie weddings and photographs of society and royal ones, but she would not have imagined that those events had much to do with her own plans. She would have been married much as her mother had been: with her best friend standing up for her and everyone looking forward to a nice party at the brides home, the two mothers wearing corsages and ladling punch. But times have changed, and middle-class couples are routinely trading the down payment on a first house for a single eye-popping party. Ilene Beckerman ponders the shift in the charming little book Mother of the Bride: The Dream, the Reality, the Search for a Perfect Dress. After being confronted with her daughters hideously complex reception menu, Beckerman cant help herself: When your father and I were married at your grandmothers house in Queens, she tells her aggrieved daughter, we served deli platters. Everybody loved them. Nowadays
-Fabricante :
Back Bay Books
-Descripcion Original:
From The New Yorkers most entertaining and acerbic wit comes a controversial reassessment of the rituals and events that shape womens lives: weddings, sex, housekeeping, and motherhood. About the Author Caitlin Flanagan is a former high school teacher who became a writer; she has been on staff at the Atlantic, the New Yorker, and the Wall Street Journal. A winner of the National Magazine Award, she has also written for Time, O, The Oprah Magazine, the New York Times, and the Los Angeles Times. Her work has been widely anthologized in, among other publications, The Best American Essays and The Best American Magazine Writing series. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband and two sons. Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved. To Hell with All That Loving and Loathing Our Inner Housewife By Caitlin Flanagan Back Bay Books Copyright © 2007 Caitlin FlanaganAll right reserved. ISBN: 9780316066273 Chapter One The Virgin Bride I DO NOT PLAN to have another wedding; Im standing pat at two. But I must confess that after spending a pleasant hour gazing at the photographs in a recent crop of wedding guides, I began to feel a bit of the old itch. There is something deeply seductive about a wedding: romance in its great last stand, not yet sullied by routine and responsibility. Even a photograph of that ill-fated girl Diana Spencer, standing on the steps of St. Pauls, her veil caught in a gust of wind and her father waiting to take her hand, can provoke in me a vague yet undeniable longing. But it took only a few minutes of actually reading the texts of these manuals to bring me to my senses. More than fondness for my husband keeps me from getting on the phone to price tea roses and a tent. Planning a wedding is hell. Things are said. Doors are slammed. Quarrels about the most inconsequential things-yellow tablecloths or white? hors doeuvres set out on tables or passed around on trays?-are often pitched at such a level that it seems the combatants may never recover from them. Much of the anxiety, of course, is tribal. It is wrenching to have to open the sacred circle to admit an outsider. If, as Joan Didion once wrote, marriage is the classic betrayal, a wedding is the Judas kiss, public and terrible. But what brings people almost to the breaking point (emotional, social, financial) is that white weddings as they are currently practiced in America-with flocks of attendants, dinner dances for hundreds of guests, and a code governing every moment of the proceedings-dont come naturally to most. Perhaps they dont come naturally to anybody other than the members of the $70-billion-a-year wedding industry, who seem to have all but created the contemporary event, weaving together attractive bits of genuine tradition and bolts of pure invention. Before World War II the idea that a girl of modest means would expect any of todays purchased grandeur would have been laughable. She would have been familiar with the elements of such a ceremony, would have seen lavish movie weddings and photographs of society and royal ones, but she would not have imagined that those events had much to do with her own plans. She would have been married much as her mother had been: with her best friend standing up for her and everyone looking forward to a nice party at the brides home, the two mothers wearing corsages and ladling punch. But times have changed, and middle-class couples are routinely trading the down payment on a first house for a single eye-popping party. Ilene Beckerman ponders the shift in the charming little book Mother of the Bride: The Dream, the Reality, the Search for a Perfect Dress. After being confronted with her daughters hideously complex reception menu, Beckerman cant help herself: When your father and I were married at your grandmothers house in Queens, she tells her aggrieved daughter, we served deli platters. Everybody loved them. Nowadays
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