Feisty Repartee

Bridezilla

Apparently, late last night I was in a very weird and listless mood. I rarely watch television, but was not in the frame of mind to actually do anything else.

Channel surfing I came across this show on WE called Bridezilla. The tag line of this show is: "Watch real brides go from sweet to certifiable."

Nothing could be closer to the truth.

I don't know where they found these women, but they were all certifiable bitches. Self-centered, histrionic, and rude.

Cameras followed them around their daily lives, as well as to bridal shops for gowns, to meetings with wedding planners, the whole bit.

There are even discussion boards for the hangers on to chat about the Bridezillas.

Furthermore, each of the prospective grooms were pathetic and consumed with placating and pacifying these, these impossible women.

Oh, my. I would love to see these couples in another two or three years to see if any of them are still together.

I understand a girl's wedding day is a very special affair. It was important to me, too, when I walked down that aisle almost fifteen years ago; however, I never expected the world to stop and cater to me just because I was the bride.

When I first got engaged, I had visions of a very small chapel tucked away somewhere private with a quiet ceremony and a couple of witnesses. I wanted a beautiful gown and my groom in a tux, but I did not want the worry or hassle of a huge wedding with hundreds of guests. I thought it would be more fun and easier on ourselves and so many others if we did our thing, then had a grand party after we returned from the honeymoon with all of our family and friends.

The fiance told me that would not do and his mother would not be happy unless we had a big wedding with all the trappings. It really was not that important to me, so I conceded.

As someone blessed (cursed) with that planning gene and despite my preference to the contrary, I took great pleasure and pride in making all the arrangements necessary for our big day which included over two hundred guests.

In a six-week period, I graduated from law school, moved to a new city, studied and sat for a bar exam, started a new job, and got married, in that order. It was a very, very hectic time for me; however, I do not honestly think I was the nutcase any of these Bridzilla women were.

In fact, the groom told me on our wedding day, he was amazed I was able to take care of all the arrangements (long distance, no less) with a smile on my face. He said he had been secretly concerned I might have a melt-down before it was all over because I have a pretty serious perfectionism streak.

I felt then, as I do now, what was important was what was happening between me and him, not the ice sculpture, not the caterer or the photographer, not whether it was going to rain (it didn't), not how well the in-laws and out-laws got along, not whether we were having an open bar, not any of that peripheral stuff.

I was blessed with that perspective early on. It has been in my older age that I have begun to let the little things eat away at me. I guess I better work on that.

Hope everyone has a wonderful Independence Day. God Bless our nation.

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