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I think it's OK or not OK to take hubby. I've done both, but found it a special hoot to spend reunion time just with old girlfriends who are still friends, sans hubbies.
What's really annoying about a lot of these posts is the obsession with fat and weight. I know that was a big deal in high school, as were all things about our bodies, but now it's just boring, boring, boring.
The measure of a woman (or man) isn't weight. It's character and energy and vitality, none of which depend on your weight or your baldness or even (that much) on your clothes.
I can't imagine why anyone cares what a bunch of semi-strangers think, really. Especially about weight. About hair styles and clothes, maybe, since those are choices. About education and careers, sure, because those are genuine achievements. But not weight.
But you know there are people who will diet themselves sick for the reunion. One of them fainted at my reunion, from hunger.
So--WHAT YOU CAN DO TO GIVE PLEASURE TO EVERYONE AT YOUR REUNION?
GO AS YOUR FAT SELF. The compulsive dieters will feel superior to you and will feel thrilled. You'll make them so happy. And meanwhile you'll be happy, because you've risen above it all. You can laugh and be happy, because you're not starving for food or love.
