For those who are cheerleaders for tact, you’re gonna wanna torch your pompoms with this news.
Apparently, the latest trend in wedding photography is “morning-after” photos, with pictures of couples draped in rumpled sheets and unmade beds. Forget table settings and Grandma accidentally catching the garter belt. What people really want to see commemorated from a wedding is the hard-core sex from the wedding night!
I can’t tell whether society has become this voyeuristic or whether it’s become this narcissistic. Is there a desire to see these photos? Is it really necessary to share this intimate moment with the world? I can just imagine a mother looking at the photos on Facebook, seeing discarded garments and underwear on the honeymoon suite floor, and wiping away a proud tear.
The funny thing is, when I’m at weddings, thinking of the bride and groom having sex is usually the one thing I am desperately trying not to think of, probably because in a way—and especially for the older relatives and uptight individuals at these gatherings—weddings are a celebration of sex being socially acceptable. These two can officially do it. If they were living in sin before, it’s OK now because they’re married. Phew.
If pervs people get their jollies from naughty wedding photos, why can’t they just be more observant of their surroundings? For instance, take a look at this wedding photo:
It was taken because it looks like a wang. You’re welcome.
I have three reactions to all this:
(1) BLEAH!
(2) EEYYEEWW!
(3) WHY IN THE NAME OF EVERYTHING ON EARTH AND IN THE HEAVENS WOULD ANYONE WANT TO DO THIS?
I’d hate to be the person sitting at either end of that table! LOL!
Everybody who’s anybody now has to have a sex tape on the Internet, or so it seems! Might as well take it before you start gaining weight after the wedding.
This so doesn’t bode well for Instagram!
I’d check out the photos if one person was the bride or groom, but the other person wasn’t. Who doesn’t like surprises?
I second the “ew” reaction. But then again, I didnt grow up in the world of self-made sex tapes and instagram overexposure.
The photos of the morning after the bachelor party would probably be a lot more interesting and incriminating. Just think of the bribery opportunities.
I didn’t realize they had cakes that announce the sex of a baby!
Um. Ew. Really? This is a thing?
For real? I am still not okay with the cake that announces the sex of a baby to be. I find that somewhat annoying. Must we know everything all the time? But I can find the cute in that. I cannot find the cute in this.