Bride: (n) a woman on her wedding day

In the pursuit of masculinity, we have generated a flailing femininity.

On the wedding day, the man wears a suit and the woman a frilly white dress, to establish her virgin promise.

We propagate the notion that femininity is desirable, but in the mainstream of life efforts, it ends up being powerless.

For instance, the wedding ceremony itself is an expression of man’s dominance:

  • He gets to remain “man” and she must become “wife.”
  • She ceases to have a human identity, but instead is projected into the role of trailing behind, stepping within his larger footprints.
  • It is required of her to forsake her name and take on the role of incubator for the human race, while simultaneously remaining alluring, able to provide meals and and launder all dirty stains.

The interesting thing to me is that when the Good Book refers to the “Bride of Christ”–the church–it does not portray such neediness. Matter of fact, we’re told that the church is supposed to “destroy the gates of hell.”

There may be nothing wrong with putting a white dress on a woman at a wedding, as long as we understand that the next day both man and woman don the same work clothes.