The phrase itself is a contradiction. “Feminist wedding”? Yeah, no such thing. But keep doing those mental gymnastics to pretend you can reconcile the two.

We all know THAT fucking guy.

This is actually fucking hilarious.

Wow so fucking empowered posing in lingerie for the male gaze.

Like we need to stroke the ego of someone who’s already planning six different parties to celebrate themselves in the run up to a giant party to celebrate themselves.

Did they seriously make T-shirts for this?