Billboard and bouquet beefs

On my way to work this morning, I saw the most baffling ad for eyelash extensions from the Ricky Reyes salons. It declared the extensions to be “semi-permanent.” Um, correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t “semi-permanent” the same thing as temporary??

My cousin Gue got married last Friday, and to the immense relief of all my unmarried female cousins, she forewent the traditional throwing-of-the-bouquet torture and simply handed it to her younger sister (who’s getting married next year anyway, so I hear). “At least we don’t have to go hide in the bathroom anymore,” sniggered my closest cousin and oldest friend Joy (by oldest I’m not referring to age, since she’s a month younger than I am, but to the fact that we’ve been friends since we were in diapers). It’s funny how in the movies women are always shown to be fighting for the bridal bouquet, short of clawing at each other just to get it, but here in the Philippines, women practically cower under the tables to be spared the ignominy of public disclosure of their singleness. I’ve never had a problem with being single, but it’s precisely why I object to the whole silly spectacle. I’m not that desperate (not to mention stupid) to think that by catching a bunch of half-wilted flowers, I am going to walk down the aisle next. Sure, I’m not having much success finding the man of my dreams now, but at least I’m not sacrificing my dignity in the process.