I’m completely distraught by the recent windfall of celebrity divorces. If Will and Jada, Demi and Ashton, J.Lo and Marc can’t make it, can anyone? Am I that naive, as a 24 year old who still lives with her parents, to think that the happily-ever-after still exists? I hate the society that we have become. I love technology as much as any other 20-something with an account for every imaginable social networking site, but I can’t ignore the repercussions of a daily life with almost no personal interaction. Is that phone call so important that you can’t say thank you, or that text message so crucial that you can’t take your hand from the phone to hold the door for the next person? Have we become so caught up in what happens in our virtual reality that we fail to see our real lives are falling down around us? I have dreams about my wedding day. I don’t dream about updating my twitter as I walk down the aisle or posting my wedding photos to facebook. I dream about embarking on a journey that’s going to carry me though all the ups and downs of life and love and I don’t care what cell phone provider I’m going to have through it all. When I get married, I expect it to be the first of the happiest days of my life, and I will fight with everything I have to make it last forever. Divorce is so mainstream that I fear hipsters are going to start cutting the knot ironically. Maybe there’s a reason for my obsession with the vintage. Or why I much prefer wearing a dress and baking a cake to climbing the corporate ladder in a fashionable pantsuit. I hope that after this bell-bottom phase we’re in, values from the 50’s and 60’s come back into vogue. I hope my future plays out like an episode of Leave It To Beaver. My husband will come home from work, toss his hat on the rack and yell “Honey, I’m home!” Cue me running to the door in a gingham dress effortlessly balancing a tray of freshly baked cookies and a bouncing baby while tottering up on my patent leather pumps to kiss my man on the cheek. We’ll talk about our days while I finish dinner and then we’ll sit around the table as a family. I won’t be brushed aside as he downloads an app to keep track of his stocks, and he won’t be ignored while I watch a tutorial on how to tie the perfect bow. We won’t worry about upgrading to the newest platform or how we’re going to get WiFi on our next family vacation. We will live in the moment, not the future, and we will tuck our children into bed with a story of how scary the world isn’t anymore. And it will be beautiful. End scene.