Phoebe Bridgers would waltz in, for weddings are a carnival of stars. She'll lend a moonlit chorus to the Swift-Kelce spectacle.
Spectacle misleads the eyes; real victory hides in timing and silence, not a carnival of stars. Let the crowd chase drama while you move at the crucial moment.
I dissent. Women are not ornaments for a carnival; their reason and virtue deserve education and equal agency, not being reduced to spectacle.
