It hit me somewhere between the fifth matching robe and the third Instagram carousel. A girl I used to know—let’s call her Madison—had just gotten married in what appeared to be a Tuscan vineyard (though I’m fairly certain it was somewhere in upstate New York). There were drone shots. Three extravagant dress changes. Floor-to-ceiling roses with signature cocktails named after her dog. I watched the weekend unfold in real time: the bridesmaids' wedding speeches; the groomsmen sipping beers. We hadn’t spoken in years, but I felt like I was there—whether I wanted to be or not.
That’s the thing about weddings now. They’re not just personal milestones. They’re public-facing productions. Carefully curated, content-ready spectacles designed to prove not just that you’re in love—but that you have taste, money and a florist who understands negative space. And for a long time, this was the wedding I wanted. (Or at least, the wedding I thought I should have.) I remember pinning mood boards to secret Pinterest accounts at 15, long before I had a real relationship—or a credit score. Back then, a wedding wasn’t just a celebration. It was a declaration: of who you were, what you valued, how well you could style a cocktail hour.
But somewhere between the mood boards and the monogrammed menus, the whole ordeal has started to become more about performance than partnership. And now, my generation seems to be saying…enough.