What is the psychology of the modern day stag ? Is it any different to stags from long ago ? In America it’s known as The Bachelor Party, in Australia it’s Buck night, in France it’s called
Enterrement de vie de garçon, or burial of the life of the boy.
Traditionally a last night of freedom for the groom before his wedding, the stag is a rites of passage moment when he says goodbye to youthful cavorting and settles down to a life of commitment. It was also seen as a test, an examination of his will when faced with temptation deliberately placed before him.
In point of fact, the ritual of enticing the groom into mis behaving on the eve of his wedding is underpinned by a strange logic. If he succumbs to some random woman’s dubious charms, then is he really husband material after all? A refusal to take something that is offered up on a plate must be a sign of his readiness to commit.
Whether this was ever a reason for the high jinks stag parties have indulged in in the past is debatable. I like to think however, that in some ancient culture in some far-flung part of the world, a noble Groom stands tall and aloof as a parade of beauties shimmy past, testing his devotion to the maximum.
How this translates to the modern day custom of licking cream off pneumatic strippers in Prague, I’m not entirely sure, but there may be a connection somewhere.
Brides fret endlessly over stag dos, but I think that most of these misgivings are completely misplaced. The fear of some oiled-up professional floozie being paid to massage herself into a groom’s face is real, but in essence harmless.
I gave this scenario to my betrothed the other day.
“Imagine it’s my stag, and the lads have paid for me to have some girl gyrate in front of me for five minutes. Would you be bothered?”
Sarah blew out her cheeks. ” not really, because you don’t know her and you’ll never see her again and it wasn’t your idea, so no.”
“Now imagine it’s me stood at a bar and some hen gets chatting to me, I tell her it’s my stag and she starts to flirt and get very friendly with me?”
“You better stop this scenario.”
“Because I want to kill you and slap that cheeky bitches’ face.”
“But it’s not real, she doesn’t exist.”
“Well, just make sure she never does, ok?”
I think the difference is right there, don’t you?