I donât know how many of you have seen Father of the Bride, but in the name of a good blog I (re) watched it the other night. Steve Martin, that snowy-haired charmer, and his wife receive their daughter- who is ridiculously young and returning from a fantastic Italian study abroad trip where she learned to be a star architect- and discover she is engaged.
This is the point where all hell breaks loose. The wedding consumes their lives and Steve Martin has an existential crisis about his little girl growing up and flying the coop. Um, hello, I believe that may have happened when she moved to Italy for an advanced degree... But itâs not REAL real until she identifies as a young woman about to have a wedding.
I donât mean to subtract from the fictional daughterâs elatement about her wedding. But I mean, itâs mentioned less than a handful of times that she is an accomplished architect and that doesnât seem to piss her off.
















