Lemonade.

When I was 14, I planned my wedding.

Not my actual wedding.

Not my actual wedding.

That would have been a bit harder to imagine.

This wedding was an assignment

for my religion to class in Catholic school.

I remember every little thing about it

and I wanted it to be at the Bel Air Hotel

and there was a Swan Lake and I wanted the cake to be from Hansen's Bakery and the dress, oh my goodness, the dress was strapless and poofy and I had seen it in a bridal magazine and I bought it. I mean not the dress, I bought the bridal magazine and I bought it.

I mean, not the dress, I bought the bridal magazine because I took this project seriously.

I wanted to get an A and I did.

Maybe I got an A-minus.

But my grade on the project is actually neither here nor there because what strikes me now from my 40-something vantage point

is the fact that this project was even graded at all the

fact that this project even existed at no point can you say nope mm-mm my dream

for the future is to be single.

The message, even at my feminist all-girls school, was as traditional as it gets.

First comes love, then comes marriage.

By and large, this is a message that many kids all over the world are still receiving,

like five-year-old Golly Gordon, for example, the kid of one of our

producers friends who's got all sorts of ideas about how a wedding should be.

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