It would seem that I'm the first grandchild to get married. I've actually managed something that's getting an A-OK paradigm-pleased nod from the extended family, and that, I assure you, is a massive shock to everyone involved.
All five of us exited the womb pre-disapproved of for having carelessly neglecting to acquire penises. That was strike the first part on my part, and I only added to my list of offenses throughout the years what with the penchant for black clothing and tattoos, the art school, the moving to New York City, the prenuptial cohabitation, and the generally being not so much with the mainstream embracing. But hey - I gots to be me.
No doubt I'll incur further disfavor once they discover that Douglas and I have absolutely no intention of sallying forth and multiplying (seriously - he's looking into a vasectomy), but I'll take the uptick in the approval matrix while I can get it.