Women in Tuxedo
So yesterday I received this invitation for a gala wedding next month. Very rich, successful, middle age people, getting married for the second time (they never learn anything) at Donald Trump’s hotel. Even though I couldn’t care less about those heterosexual privileges, this one triggered something I cannot yet define. So wrong, but so intriguing.
And then my mom called me: “Hello darling, did you get the invitation? We need to start looking for a dress.”
The last time I wore a dress I was probably 12. But I kept on listening: “It’s a black-tie wedding, honey.”
