Aside: We've got friends who recently attended a lesbian wedding. They'd known the, err, bride (?) for years and had seen her have many boyfriends, including one particularly serious relationship that lasted for 4 years. When she announced her engagement, they were shocked to find it was to a woman. Two thoughts leaped into my mind almost immediately.
- So much for being born gay.
- It reeked of surrender. When they guy didn't commit, she found commitment wherever she could.
The wedding was a wacky, costumed, themed thing. Neither of the brides (?) were in any way connected to the theme, so I guess they picked it because the Star Trek uniforms were all rented out at the costume shop. As they described it, I just felt like it was a cheap mockery of the institution of marriage. There weren't going to be any kids, there wasn't any real point other than to throw a crazy party and get attention. I know, I wasn't there, I don't know the people, blah blah blah, but that's what it sounded like.
And yes, I know that hetero couples who can't conceive get married, too. But those ceremonies are a cultural nod to the primacy of the one man - one woman relationship that is the source of all human life. That's got to count for something, right?
Well, maybe not. It probably counts about as much as the whole #blacklivesmatter thing.
We don't really care about people, we only care about being hip.