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As soon as Laura Whitmore announced her engagement to Iain Stirling, hers became the wedding that celebrity watchers made a mental note to be on the lookout for.
Except Whitmore (35) and Stirling (32) had other plans. In fact, the Bray native has put out what we’ll call Beyoncé, although instead of releasing a fully formed album from heaven to the delight and amazement of fans, Whitmore has revealed that she is pregnant the same day she appeared. who reportedly got married in a little secret ceremony.
With his half brother Adam and Iain’s sister as witnesses, Iain and Laura were married at Dublin City Hall in November, according to the Sun. And, as streamed in a recent Instagram post, Baby Whitling is due out in early 2021.
Whitmore’s protection of his personal life, and in particular one of the most important days of that personal life, is admirable. They very wisely dodged the lucrative magazine route, which effectively makes the grooms subject to the whims and directives of a magazine editor all day long (while thinking about the paycheck behind their grinning grins).
It’s a good palate cleanser for the usual celebrity-filled events, glitzy to celebrity fiancée heaven, who feel like it’s their obligation to be the full Kardashian at weddings.
Now that I think about it, this was a phenomenon that, at least until this year, was becoming increasingly common in civil circles as well. We’ve all been to the 400-person wedding, beef or salmon, during which you exchange a single sentence with the bride and groom and possibly meet the lollipop old lady from their elementary school.
It’s anachronistic, unimaginative, and ultimately a bit pointless; or at least less meaningful than a wedding where the couple spends the day concentrating on each other.
The pandemic may or may not have forced Whitmore and Stirling’s hand in throwing a small wedding. We will never know, and that’s the great thing about it. But whatever 2021 brings, with its vaccine promises and ‘new normals’, there’s still a lot to be said for the little wedding.
Consider the setting of yesteryear. A wedding with a cast of hundreds is a logistical nightmare. The intricate politics of setting up the place must be resolved. The faff of sending invitations. The issuance of many checks. The two people at the center of it all often exchange their vows, and not much else for the rest of the day.
At the last big wedding I attended, the guests were jogging sadly. During speeches downloaded from the Internet, a family member circulated an envelope and shook us during speeches for cash: ‘admission’ to the next day’s barbecue. Brrrrr.
The bigger the wedding, I suppose, the higher the probability of a separation. Real research backs this up. Spending more than € 25,000 on a wedding apparently increases the risk of that marriage ending in divorce.
Like the Whitmore-Stirlings, my wedding next year will be on the micro side. There will be no better men, no cake, no speeches, no second-day barbecues, no bachelorette parties, no bridesmaids (not even an engagement ring. I was proposed to do it through a teapot with Peig Sayers).
What there will be is sweet simplicity and plenty of time for each other on the day that really matters.
Oh, and there is probably some money left in the bank.
Parents, tone down those Christmas expectations
I have become more and more aware of a group of adults: people with mortgages, jobs, cars, and a rich inner life – they have effectively been taken hostage by little felt toys.
One parent admitted that he had to get out of bed at 3 a.m. after forgetting to move his Elf on the Shelf that night. Another lamented the hard work involved in moving the toy around the house for days and days.
A friend mentioned the toxic environment on her son’s school WhatsApp group, and parents encouraged everyone to participate for gifts from teachers and all that.
Given the year that it was, there is clearly a desire for people to make this Christmas joyous and precious. But can we put an end to the performative nonsense of a huge, exorbitant Christmas with all the trimmings? I take it upon myself to remind parents that the new holiday supplies that have been launched are not required.
Take on the additional work of Elf on the Shelf if you want, but it’s not necessary. The Christmas Eve boxes are really unnecessary.
Reaching perfection – or rather, perfection as seen in every cat, dog and divil that publishes on Instagram – It’s a fool’s mission
Last year, I got into a taxi, where the driver regretted having to buy gifts for his little girl. I felt sorry for him, until he mentioned that the girl was 16 years old and was waiting for a new iPhone and a trip to New York from ‘Santy’. If you can’t get your foot into that complete insanity, don’t blame the kids. Don’t blame Insta’s influence. Ultimately, it is completely up to you.
No more Mr Nice Guy for Tom Cruise
Tom Cruise (58) rarely lets go of his mask, but this week he got rid of his your-mom-will-love-me smile to tear the crew apart. Mission: Impossible 7 a new one, after watching them break Covid guidelines.
In a world where many celebrities are happy to believe / pretend that they are above the rules that govern the rest of us in a pandemic, Cruise getting rid of his good person in the name of setting a good example is a spiel that I can do business with. .
Get me, cheering on Tom ‘Face of Scientology’ Cruise actions. Honestly 2020, when will you stop being so weirdly random?
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