Revisiting my Guilty Pleasures

During the garter-making madness of last weekend, the TV got stuck on the We channel (I think I may have lost the remote in a pile of ribbon) and I was subjected to a Bridezillas marathon. After watching 3+ episodes in a row, I would like to recant my proclamation that the show is one of my guilty pleasures. The novelty has worn off and the show is no longer enjoyable; in fact, I now find it quite disgusting. These women are preparing for what should be one of the happiest days of their lives, and they’re complete terrors! Where’s the joy? Where’s the love for their fiancés? Where is the appreciation and thanks for family members and friends who are helping them plan and perfect their special day? Their behavior is horrifying and embarrassing, from the bride who refused to move her wedding indoors despite the torrential downpour because SHE WAS GETTING MARRIED ON THE BEACH to the bride who unabashedly wrote her wedding venue a bad check for her balance due only to be found out when the venue called her bank to verify that funds were available. One bride even hired security to ensure that her groom’s family would not be “crashing” their wedding! I suppose I should have known that the show was bad television when my dear almost~brother~in~law (Dear Boyfriend’s older brother) proclaimed “I can’t stand this lady!” after watching only five minutes of a particularly horrible episode. I am pleased to report that the show has officially been banished from my “must-see TV” list!