Better than a pint of Ben & Jerry's

This morning, the half-asleep, post-shower email checking that usually ends in spam and disappointment yielded a delicious little number from the lovely Margot. The subject line read, "If you are my friend," and I remember thinking, "But... Margot doesn't seem like the forwarding type..." But the message, although it was a group email, was certainly no forward. The body said simply, "then you will write me back and tell me I'm prettier than this girl," and there was a picture of a, well, a bride.

So the girl is the new wife of Margot's ex, the self-same guy who was trying to convince her to marry him not two years ago. And because homeboy's an Orthodox Jew, her wedding dress covers, like, everything. Now, as a bride, I know this for a fact: in this day and age, brides need to show collarbone. And yes, Margot is way prettier.

So I immediately shot back a reply to Margot & C-List, validating Margot and asking for some affirmations of my own with pictures of Mrs. Piano Man and W's new girlfriend. The comments I got back were complementary, invigorating, and above all, hilarious. My favorites? "People with a ren faire themed wedding should not be granted a license," and "#2 should stop plucking her eyebrows and do some sit-ups."

I think this could be some kind of phenomenon, the latest trend amongst bitter 20-somethings, regardless of whether or not we've moved on and found better. Forget the "one who got away" - hell, they all got away. Better yet, we got away, and they had to settle. And it's awesome to be reminded.