As a guy, I want to thank you for this article. I've never dealt with the kind of silencing and shaming that these women dealt with as a result of their decision to come forward. I probably never will. But having that process explained in all its particulars is enlightening and appalling. Reading about the lawyer who…

This reminds me of two stories:

My sweet old lady coworker told me the other day: "I like art! Have you ever heard of Thomas Kinkade?" HEAD. DESK. SOUL. DESK.

Hats off. I think you win the battle of the ill-advised wedding Shirley Temples.

In the "horrible mistake" vein, my parents took me, age 5, to a wedding that had a champagne fountain, and for some reason (too much champagne?) relaxed their usual hyper-overprotectiveness. I don't know how much champagne I drank, but I do remember vomiting in the back of our VW Beetle on the way home. Still like…

Ok, I have always thought that my friend's wedding could be turned into a movie, and while not at the time, she now also completely agrees.

My best one has to be last year, when I was in my friend Dave's wedding (not his real name). The wedding itself went fine, except for when the lights flickered in the church during the vows and everyone freaked out and the bride's grandmother wanted to start the vows over.

I can't write the whole Wedding From Hell story, because the details would identify the bride or groom, so I'm changing some of them so I can share this with you (the details are superficial and not exaggerated). Here is the setup:

A couple of waiters lost their serving trays of hors d'ouvres entirely until they began holding on to them grimly with both hands, and even then, some of the puff pastries told them to go fuck themselves and made bids for freedom

I've been to a lot of weddings, mostly those of strangers, because of various things I've been doing for the wedding/reception venues.

I later saw a video of the wedding, in which she wore a deep royal purple sheath dress and looked furious the entire time.

Yes, good, glad I'm not the only one who got a little stuck on that phrase.

So many things to tell..I will try to sum it up but it is going to get long and weird.

I've shared this story before, but I was an usher(-ette, as my friend and I called ourselves) in a wedding that had the craziest "after party". My roommate from college and her now husband had a beautiful wedding and reception in his hometown. It was about an hour away from where she grew up, though, so most of her…

What the actual fuck. That sounds like an amusement from the court of King Henry VIII.

I went to a wedding of a former friend from college (her wedding is the reason we are former friends) along with our huge group of 20+ friends. I was going to attend with another friend from our group, so instead of us both sending back in the RSVPs, I sent back my RSVP with a plus one thinking it would be okay since…

I'd have to go with my father's second wedding. He was marrying this total psycho bitch who only showed her true whackadoo colors after Dad proposed. Complete 180. She made me create her wedding invitations - handmade paper with chopped up rose petals mixed in. I was like, 10 years old. When she failed to teach me…

My uterus hurts from that story. This won't win the prize but I'm sharing anyway.

My bf and I went to his cousin's wedding about a year ago. The church ceremony went well and was beautiful. When we got to the dinner the drama started when the catering chef and florist decided to reignite their blood feud right then and there. Punches were thrown and chicken mole went flying everywhere. The cops…

Mmmm, cervical ripener.