Upon reading Hannah Seligson’s, The Me, Me, Me Wedding, and learning of the export of the western Bridezilla phenomenon to other cultures, I am reminded of the last words of Austen’s Emma:
The wedding was very much like other weddings, where the parties have no taste for finery or parade; and Mrs. Elton, from the particulars detailed by her husband, thought it all extremely shabby, and very inferior to her own.—”Very little white satin, very few lace veils; a most pitiful business!—Selina would stare when she heard of it.”—But, in spite of these deficiencies, the wishes, the hopes, the confidence, the predictions of the small band of true friends who witnessed the ceremony, were fully answered in the perfect happiness of the union.
What a shame this phenomenon is increasing and growing. I feel blessed that the weddings I have attended seem so much more simple and gracious and based on family and friends. Not everyone wants to be a bridezilla.
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Enjoyed post. Such disrespect to liken a bride with a monster gorilla. Worse seem to accept this as O.K. Like you I attended weddings in simpler times.
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