I just read this post at A Los Angeles Love and realized I have some really important things I have to share about the Muppets.
First, a bit of vocabulary to help you get by here at HitchDied: My dearest friends, the group of people who will form what is known in wedding blog parlance as my “bridal brigade,”1 call themselves The Muppets. What kind of group of grownup-type people adopts their own nickname? Isn’t that something only the popular girls in junior high do? No. We call ourselves The Muppets. Deal with it.
True Story: Collin’s sister-in-law asked me who I plan to have walk me down the aisle (in Jewish weddings, the tradition is to have both members of the couple walked down the aisle by both of their parents. My parents are unavailable for reasons of deadness, so I need to cook up an alternative). I told her that while I wasn’t sure about the logistics, I’d really want “all my Muppets” to walk me down the aisle, because they’re the family I feel is “giving me away.” She carried on this conversation very politely, offering suggestions for how to incorporate all the Muppets into the ceremony, all the while thinking I literally meant marionette puppets. She was quite relieved when I finally explained the Muppets are people.
And speaking of the Muppets, but the real ones this time: I didn’t do a movie review this week, so to help make up for that I will post what is, as far as I know, the greatest on-screen wedding in cinematic history:
Some notes on that awesomeness:
- I might actually rip off this song for my vows. “He’ll make me happy each time I see him/He‘ll be the reason my heart can sing/He’ll stand beside me and I’ll have everything./She’ll make me happy each time I hold her/And I will follow where my heart may lead/And she’ll be all I ever need.” So simple, so honest, so sweet, and the man/woman (frog/pig) call and response is more or less egalitarian! (Kermit’s verse gives him a tad more agency, as a holder rather than a seer, and a follower of his leading heart instead of someone being stood beside, but it’s close enough for government feminism).
- It would be in keeping with the quotation I selected to appear under my portrait in my high school yearbook, which is the next line of the song: “Days go passing into years, years go passing day by day.”
- For any lady out there who thinks she’s got everlasting feminist street cred for proposing to her dude (pardon my heteronormativity for a second), I’d like to point out that you probably didn’t ambush your spouse with an actual wedding during the final production number at the premiere of the Broadway show in which you and your dude are starring. Compared to Miss Piggy’s trailblazing nuptial woman power, you might as well have been proposed to on Valentine’s Day with a Tiffany diamond solitaire at the bottom of a flute of complimentary champers at the second-nicest restaurant in town.
- Why are the Sesame Street characters sitting so far in the back? Are they the black sheep of the Muppet family?
- Janice from The Electric Mayhem is wearing a tuxedo. Janice is… (deep breath)… THE COOLEST!
- I think that at the moment I get married, I’ll mostly be thrilled and excited and overwhelmed with love, but the tiniest part of me is going to be just the eensiest bit disappointed that the moon doesn’t swoop Collin and me up into the sky at the end of the ceremony.
1 I’ll probably also use the term “bridal hootenanny,” because it is like a bridal party only more unwieldy. [We need the extra term because our siblings are going to make up our “bridal party.”]