Margo Howard, who once ruthlessly mocked herself as the "Zsa Zsa Gabor of Lake Michigan," has written a fascinating (she seems to have met just about everybody), witty read about being a "rice-scarred" woman who was "always the bride, never the bridesmaid."
One thing we didn't know was that while Howard's mom, "Ann Landers," was a celebrated career woman, that career did not begin until Margo was 15; she actually was raised by a stay-at-home mom.
An excerpt (from which Michele Bachmann probably could have profited had it been written years ago, had Michele read it, and if Bachmann weren't fucking crazy):
Three previous proposals had been nonstarters and were certainly never taken seriously by me. One came from a Chicagoan in his late ‘thirties with whom I went out maybe half a dozen times. He was rumored to be gay and was a real fashion plate who loved to cha-cha. I was 18 (still in high school!)when the dancing fashion plate popped the question and I, of course, declined, recognizing that while I would have given him hetero cred, I did not need someone to pick out my clothes. And I also knew I was never going to marry anybody when I was 18.