Over the weekend, I was thinking about how awesome it is that we have this national holiday centered around gratitude and I am so thankful that I got to spend it with my sister and brother-in-law…
And not just because she’s very pregnant and therefore an excellent designated driver. And funny thing about the suburbs – people loathe taking out car seats. They just hate it. Including us. So when we all went to dinner, I sat in the infant car seat frame.
Because somehow wedging my ass into a car seat frame for a 15 minute ride seems like a far better alternative that having to actually take out the seat and re-install it later.
Oh – and no, I’m still not going to show you my brother-in-law’s face.
I don’t why. Because for the past 3 1/2 years of blogging, I’ve kept his identity a secret and it’s still fun.
So anyway, I love Thanksgiving and I was just thinking about the awesomeness of everyone taking a few minutes this time of year to be grateful and appreciate all the beauty and wonder of life when I saw a commercial for…
Holy crap. 12 brides agree to be isolated from their husbands-to-be while they compete for the chance to have head to toe plastic surgery and a celebrity-style dream wedding. And it’s “celebrity-style” because none of these women is actually going to become a celebrity.
And the lucky groom gets to see his bride’s new look on their wedding day.
And I thought I had really wow’d Rick on our wedding day with my glam false eyelashes.
Boy, just when you think we have hit the very dark, disgusting bottom of reality TV, we have farther to fall.
I checked out a few minutes of the first episode (that’s how dedicated I am to you all) and in one competition, the winners got to attend an injectables party. I absolutely swear.
And one bride who was the last to win entrance to the injectables party said that when she heard her name, “It was like an angel was calling my name.” Yes, the angel of lip injections and Botox.
I don’t judge anyone for getting plastic surgery but there is just something so degrading about this. That these women would choose to be separated from their loved ones for months just for the chance to have extensive plastic surgery is just sort of empty and sad.
At the end of the show, when the first bride gets booted, the host says, “Your wedding will still go on. It just won’t be as perfect.”
Seriously? A reality TV-free wedding sounds pretty fabulous to me. I hope some of these women can eventually see that.
Big big sigh.
Clearly, every show can’t be “Modern Family” and “Glee.”