Interfaith and intercultural weddings are HARD, y'all. I know, because I had one. If you looked at our wedding on the surface, you would have seen a lovely progressive Jewish service. But what you didn't see were the years of heartache that led up to that moment: the struggling of two people with deeply-held traditions and cultures, trying to find a way to work together. And guess what? It doesn't magically get easy when the wedding is over. (Example: I recently found out that if you're not raised High WASP, you are not given baby china at birth!? At Passover this weekend, someone had baby china out as a key dish, and I was the only one who knew what it was. Needless to say, these things continue to be baffling to both of us.) But the hard stuff is also the best stuff. It's the dig deep stuff. So today I'm thrilled to give you intern Zen, talking about how both weddings are real (but secretly one is a little more real...)
My parents have had the interesting fate of marrying two children off to Catholic partners. There's a small but staunch community of Christians in Malaysia, but my family comes from a typically Buddhist/Taoist/syncretic Chinese folk religion background, so church weddings are still a fairly new thing to us.
The precedent in my immediate family was my brother and sister-in-law, who got married over two days, with the Catholic wedding on the Saturday and the Chinese wedding on the Sunday. After the Catholic ceremony my mother came out of the church heaving a "well that's over" sigh:
"Now, at the real wedding tomorrow …" she said.
It's been an issue. I'm gonna be honest here, right. I want the Malaysian wedding to be the real wedding. I would ideally have liked it to happen first, but the dates didn't work out that way. (We got the date for the Malaysian wedding by the usual means of astrological determination—you give your birth dates and times to the temple and they tell you what the "good" dates for getting married are–so there was no flexibility on that point.) So when people ask me, "Which one's the real wedding?" I know what I want the answer to be.
But when you're in an intercultural relationship you can't really do that. You kind of have to recognise the legitimacy of each other's customs (I know, right, what a bore!). Sure, the first dance and the various toasts may seem like stuff people have just made up to torment me and my family, but it's made-up stuff that means something to my partner and his family, so if I wanna skip 'em, I better have a good reason. Continue reading Zen: They’re Both Real, Dammit





































































