I love wedding shows. I do. (Pun completely intended cheesy though it may be). And for years and years I’ve been too afraid to admit this to anyone other than Grace and Kate for fear of being mercilessly mocked or viewed as pathetic. You see, whenever a single gal admits to loving wedding shows or wedding related things you get a variation of five reactions.
- Oh that poor girl, single and so desperate to be married. How very sad.
- Pathetic. What a weak woman, she should be basking in her independent glory, not pining after patriarchal bullshit.
- Starved for love much? Hahahaha! You’re desperate to get married but you’re all alone! Hahahahaha!
- That is so sad. She doesn’t even have a marriage prospect, why is she torturing herself watching wedding shows? Clearly she’s an emotional masochist.
- Yuck. Just another girl who thinks her life begins and ends with a wedding and marriage. Pitiful.
Did I mention all five of these reactions come complete with patronizing looks? Because those are the best. I’ve avoided admitting my deep love of wedding shows for fear of those reactions and looks. At least, I did avoid it until I realized recently I absolutely did not give a shit if people thought those things about me. I’m allowed to like whatever I like and I like wedding shows. They are full of pretty dresses, lovely flowers, wonderful lighting, romance, and delicious looking food. I like all of those things, a lot.
And for the record, I’m not desperate to get married, I do bask in my independence, I’m not starved for love (although I am starved for French fries), watching these shows doesn’t torture me in any way, and I have a very full and incredibly happy life. Capisce?
I just love wedding shows. They are fun and light and sometimes, especially after a long work week, that’s all I want. One of my favorite shows is Four Weddings in which four different brides attend each other’s weddings and then rate them; the winning wedding wins the couple a free honeymoon. It’s awesome. Sometimes the brides are all bitchy and judgy and then other times they’re quite sweet and genuinely excited to attend the other weddings. Again, it’s awesome. The show is really fun and I love seeing other people’s idea of a perfect wedding, and I love judging others weddings from the comfort of my couch while I’m binge eating tacos and not wearing pants. This is my moment of bliss after long and usually stressful work weeks. And I’m not ashamed of it anymore. (Except for the binge eating tacos part, don’t tell anyone about that).
I don’t see how what I watch on television reflects what I want in my life. I also like to watch Criminal Minds, that doesn’t mean I’m desperate to be a serial killer. And hey, I really like Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives, but it doesn’t mean that I want to open a restaurant. And my eternal devotion to ER doesn’t mean I want to be a doctor or a patient. Just so, my love of Four Weddings doesn’t mean I’m desperate to have a wedding. It’s television. That’s all. It entertains me while I sit around my apartment not wearing pants.
I’m a gal who likes to watch, among many other things, wedding shows. I like what I like. Deal with it naysayers.