The Hazards of Being a Woman

I have never been more proud of my mother, nor more certain that I was indeed her daughter, than when I saw her reaction to my telling her that my book club insisted on reading "something Jane Austen."

On an unrelated note, I am sorry to report that the bridesmaid dresses are not hideous as I was not-so-secretly hoping (because that's what bridesmaid dresses are supposed to be), but rather very lovely, and I look forward to wearing mine the one time in my life I will get to successfully be a bridesmaid.