So the women of the ’70s–yes, the ones who burned our bras and loved Gloria Steinem’s aviator glasses–we haven’t ever been so very excited about a fewÂ other traditions.
One such tradition that just never caught on with the Baby Boomer females was losing our names when they married. The mothers of those Baby Boomers were happy, proud and delighted to become Mrs. John Q. Smith. Their daughters? Not so much.
Many of these brides of the ’70s and ’80sÂ were happy to be married, but pretty darn reluctant to part with their very own names. Â TheyÂ hyphenated,Â they kept our “maiden” names,Â they tried a lot of ways to not loseÂ their own identities. It seemed like a whole lot to give up.Â
So now these Baby Boomers are becoming the mothers of the bride. These sameÂ Baby Boomer MOBs were the ones who wore tea-stained cotton dresses, sometimes barefoot and often with a simple flower wreath in their hair. Their daughters, however, are choosing a Princess Diana-style wedding with all the pomp and circumstance.
Well, these former hippie moms probably have decided to wear a proper closed-toe pump and to have their hair expertly styled by a hairdresser, but when it comes to those invitations, the line has been drawn. More and more of these MOBs are trashing tradition and issuing the invitations in a new way.
Instead of “Mr. and Mrs. John Q. Smith request the honour of your presence,” it’s now “Jane and John Smith request the honor of your presence.” That’s right–no Mrs. and you can forget that extra “u” in honour, too.
Bridezilla meet Momzilla. Deal with it, bride baby, because Momma is paying.