Please be warned…there is about to be an editorial rant:
I am drawn to the Bridezilla show this year, much like a train wreck, it’s hard to turn my head away. And I am ashamed of myself.
Who are these women? What are you doing? A bride screaming at her father and pushing cake in his face at rehearsal, tearing up her wedding veil because it wasn’t the right shade and yelling at everyone that moves, especially her future husband. Another bride that treats her fiance like a small wounded dog taking every opportunity to tell him that he is a fat slob, a distaster and tells him to shutup, shutup, shutup, freaking SHUTUP. This is the man she is suppose to cherish, respect and love. I’m thinking, no.
Ladies (and I use that term as loosely as possible), why would you show the world how you treat your future spouse and other loved ones in this horrible demeaning manner? Is it really worth the vacation you get?
The Bridezilla series must be pulling in potential guests that didn’t quite make the infamous Jerry Springer Show. It makes good “reality TV”. That is the part that I find truly scary. This actually may be real.
This year the WEtv series is touting that the family fights back against their Bridezillas. I’m hoping for tear gas. So far I haven’t seen it.
Just know, that when my friends, family or acquaintances ask me, “Do you have any Bridezillas as clients”? I can sing from the roof tops of Evansville, “No way. All of my clients are too classy to be called a Bridezilla. Even on their most stressed days”.
I think I’ll do something more productive like watch ice melt, wait the extra hour and watch Platinum Weddings instead. For the first time in my life, I may just have to admit that in Reality TV Show World; cash may just equal class.