I have become addicted to two wedding-themed shows on television. The first, Say Yes to the Dress, focuses on the sales consultants and clients of Kleinfeld’s, a renowned bridal salon in New York City. During each episode, we are introduced to brides and their entourages who have come to the famous store in search of the perfect bridal dress.
Although during some episodes, there are tears and screaming, it is nothing compared to my second favorite wedding show, Bridezillas, which drives home the point that there is someone for everyone in this world even if that someone is a crazy, diva bitch who thinks the world revolves around her. I don’t know why I watch this show. I think I watch it hoping that the men, who are engaged to these shallow and very scary women, somehow locate their manhood which obviously has been stolen from them, and tell their fiancées that they won’t be making the trip down the aisle. Every week I watch, and every week I realize that love is blind and that is why divorce law is so lucrative.
I watch Say Yes to the Dress with my daughter. I get nervous watching this show with her because she thinks $4,000 for a wedding dress is the minimum she wants to spend, and I tell her, “Have you met your father?” I refuse to watch Bridezillas with her because I am afraid she will look at one of these women and say, “Wow, she is my hero.”
The women on Bridezillas are nothing short of psycho. I know that is not a politically correct term, but that is the only word to describe them. They yell, curse, rant, cry, threaten, cause property damage and scare people to death all because they want to be the star in their own wedding show. I think someone has forgotten to tell these women that the wedding is about marriage and not a chance to be Idi Amin in a dress. And if it’s not the bride screaming and carrying on, it’s the future mother-in-law carrying on about how the bride must have drugged her son to make him marry her. Okay, I tend to stick up for the mother-in-laws here. If I had a son and he came home with one of these Bridezillas, I would have to cut him loose.
