When I die, please tell Margalit Fox that I would like this to be the last line of my obituary: “She loved her bed, and spent a considerable amount of time writing about public marriage proposals, which she hated.” I know I shouldn’t tell another writer how to do her job or where to mistakenly place her commas, but it’s my obituary and I want to make sure it portrays my life CORRECTLY. Today’s public marriage proposal happens in a place that has recently and mistakenly been deemed appropriate by many public marriage proposers: the propose-ee’s place of work. In this case it happens to also be the proposer’s place of work, and it happens to be on stage in an arena with a seating capacity of 12,000. Oh, it is every young girl’s dream to make a decision about how to spend the rest of her life after being interrupted while singing on stage in front of thousands of people. And now it has gone viral! So sad for all the pre-Internet public marriage proposers who had to settle on whomever was just around in order to make their lifelong decision based on mutual love and admiration special. UGH. I DO NOT LIKE PUBLIC MARRIAGE PROPOSALS!
NO, PETER PAN. YOU GO BACK TO NEVERLAND AND THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU’VE DONE. (Via ViralViral.)