Thursday, June 10, 2010

Other People's...Problems. Yeah, You Know Me.

I have a confession to make--I love advice columns and wedding disasters.

I'm not sure why. This is sort of the provenance of, well, women. But I get an absolute kick listening to other people's problems. The bridezilla stories, in particular, make me feel like a better human being after I'm done watching them.

I'm sure this is not healthy. I am actively getting a positive experience out of someone else's problems and misery. Then again--and to justify my schadenfreude--it's an educational experience, they voluntarily provided it for public consumption, and if at least someone can get something positive out of it, why not let that person be me? 

Also, it lets me see how some of the other world operates. In this case, "other world" is defined as "everyone who is not me." To see the emphasis some people put on the most insignificant detail and artificially make it the biggest issue since D-Day, it kind of makes me look around at myself to make sure I'm not doing the same thing. It helps put things in perspective.

Of course, it also helps that I sometimes get angry at the advice-giver. Most of them are practical enough, but there are a few in particular whose answer to everything seems to be "It's not your fault," when the real answer to probably 90% of the inquiries is "You need kicked in the teeth and then you'll see what your real problems are."

The bridezillas are easier to comprehend and I don't have to think as much about them. They're just miserable women who feel entitled, and I just feel bad for their new husbands. I've lately been following a specific individual's story about their son's wedding, and it involves all of the normal wedding horror stories--twenty four total bridesmaids and groomsmen, interfering relatives, spiraling costs and the expectation of immediate payment by the father who had just been laid off. The kicker is that she wanted to be married in a specific beautiful church, but the pastor wouldn't marry them because they were living together, so they got married, and then got married again a month later just so she could get married in the awesome church. An unnecessary wedding that I would like to point out was not paid for by either the bride nor groom.

All this saddens me, but it also makes me want to somehow get involved with the wedding industry. Not because I have a particular fondness for planning weddings, but because I have a particular fondness for money. And you can make a lot of money doing that.

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