Not The Reaction I Expected From Myself

So, someone tweeted a link to this:

It’s kind of funny because people take weddings way too fucking seriously.  And yet, those are the whitest people alive.  But I didn’t post this to make fun of crackers.  I posted this because, for several years now I’ve spent a lot of time around wedding professionals and, as a result of that, I’m starting to have opinions I’d never have had otherwise.  And I just realized this when, toward the end of the video, as the bride came dancing down the aisle, my first thought was, “Oh my God, that’s a horrible dress.”

I’d like to talk about this more but I’m off to get a mani and a pedi.


Tim Hatch lives in a secret volcano headquarters somewhere in the South Pacific, where he controls the world economy and writes confessional poetry about his disappointing childhood.

His poetry has been published in MungBeing, East Jasmine Review, The Pacific Review, The Vehicle, Touch: The Journal Of Healing, Apeiron Review, and he is the recipient of the 2014 Felix Valdez Award.

He finds writing about himself in the third person to be an overtly seductive invitation to tell lies.

He once captured a French Eagle at Talavera.

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