In my 20s, I saw plenty of older friends and family members become inundated by the demands of “wedding season” the very minute they cannonballed into their 30s, but I didn’t quite believe it would happen to me. Then I turned 30 myself, and suddenly I was up to my neck in carefully calligraphed invitations to weddings—and somewhat less formal invitations to bachelorette parties .

I’ve written about the joys of just saying no to inconvenient or overly expensive bachelorette parties before, and obviously, shelling out hundreds (if not thousands!) of dollars for a mere pre-wedding ritual can be a tough sell in this economy in the first place. But I have to admit: When I saw how genuinely happy Selena Gomez looked at her yachtside bachelorette in Cabo San Lucas this past weekend, I fe

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