The cleavage was out, Twenty One Pilots' pants came off, and live F-bombs were dropped on live television. All in a day of The GRAMMYs. This year, it was all about the women. Adele. Beyonce. Lady Gaga. The kinda average song by a blonde-haired, sneaker wearing Katy Perry. Either way, the ladies opened, filled, and ended the awards - and it was all sorts of amazing. The outfits, however, are something else.
In the past two months, I've attended four different weddings of close friends, with each one beautiful in their own distinct ways and styles. But what has been common in each ceremony is the moment the wedded bride blindly tosses her bouquet to a group of slightly inebriated, opened-armed women behind her. And it's this moment I hate the most.
I'm in an amazing relationship with a man I have loved since I was 18. That's more than seven years long. And I'm not going to lie - we're great together. We are both Christian, we love the idea of marriage, and we're not uncertain about what we want in our futures. However, he understands me when I say to him "You know I love you, but I'm not going to catch that bouquet."