Every woman goes through a pair of events that they care wayyyyy too much about. First, their 21st birthday. You need how many parties? Second, getting married.
It's a year-long celebration-crisis-celebration-drunk-cry-celebration all leading up the purportedly "happiest day of your life." (That's the patriarchy talking.) Anyone with the misfortune of being close to you has a front row seat to the whole tired act. Between the engagement party, wedding shower, handful of bachelorette parties, the bridesmaids brunch, bridal shower, and rehearsal dinnerâ€”everyone's kind of sick of your guys. Seriously.
Your girlfriends feign admiration for the sole purpose of you returning the favor when they spend half a year adoring themselves.