The Perfect Bride

         Most girls dream of having the perfect wedding. We want the tuxedos, the beautiful bridesmaids, the flowers,  the perfect dress, and of course, the perfect groom. We are marrying him, after all! That’s just what you do. And it doesn’t really matter the price, it’s all about how good the wedding looks when it’s over.  If you recall Miss. Clinton’s wedding came up to around $3 million. It’s nice she had access to money for that wedding. I imagine she was most likely just doing her part to keep the economy running.  Let’s not be too hard on her!

Have you ever noticed how awkward weddings are? It’s not uncommon to see people just sitting there after the ceremony, eating their cake, and surveying the room for an escape route. After they have paid their respects to the bride and groom they make a beeline for the door.

That being said, I am not big into the dress and the bridesmaids .In concept, I think it is wonderful to have the support of friends and family on your big day. But that’s the extent. Instead of a wedding, I would prefer a huge reception party. Half the stress and twice the fun. That’s just me though… and most young women I chance to speak to about this topic are dreaming of their prince charming and picking out their wedding colors.

Society has  warped sense of perfection when it comes to people. Each and every person is beautiful and perfect because each person has their own unique and individual beauty. No two people are the same. You may look a lot like Sarah, but you are still YOU with your own character. But the magazines and films won’t let you get away with that! It’s all about appearances. Check out this site if you want to see just SOME examples of photoshop gone wrong.

Definition of PERFECT according to the MWD

a : being entirely without fault or defect : flawless
b : satisfying all requirements : accuratec : corresponding to an ideal standard or abstract concept
d : faithfully reproducing the original; specifically : letter-perfect


That being stated, whose standards are we living up to when we are entirely without fault of defect? The chance that your definition of perfection is the same as mine is slim. Let’s look at (B) again, same question. Whose requirements? TV/Films/Magazines? 

You are beautiful and perfect just the way you are! You are a unique individual! There is no one else quite like you out there. So you can and should feel special!! 

I like reality tv shows. There’s a new reality tv show in the making E! is coming out with called “Bridalplasty” and I think it is sad. It’s centered around creating one’s dream wedding. Each competitor has an assignment and after completion, the winner get’s to have any plastic surgery she wants. The focus is on becoming the perfect bride. When they’re all finished, they show off their new plastic self on their wedding. Thereby, having the perfect wedding with the perfect bride. 

I find that disturbing. But that’s not all I find disturbing. A couple weeks ago or so, I wrote about an acid attack happening right in my neighborhood. It was strange to hear about but even more strange is the fact it was all a hoax. She did it to herself. I think she needs help.

And that’s Emily reporting to you live from Gresham, Oregon.

Facebook, Snookie, Weddings, and Homework

I think we should put our hands together and give a round of applause for Facebook. They are going to have an IPO in the future. 2012 to be exact. My response “I’m totally going to invest in THAT.” I know Facebook has been getting a bad rap in the news lately and rightly so. However, despite all that, no one on my friends list has deleted their FB.  Kind of goes inline with, if you can’t see it, it must not exist. Look at it in terms of “oh, Aunt Vilma got her jewelry stolen!” “Oh, that is just terrible.” blah blah blah, the end. (unless you were going to inherit something from Aunt Vilma, then maybe a different story). Then look at it like: “Our house was broken in to!” “Go out and change all the locks, get a new security system, etc….”

We all know who Snookie is, right? I didn’t until this morning but I do know about the 10% tax for tanning salons. How lame is that? I’ve never gone to one, I usually get a sufficient amount of tanning done in the summer from God’s yellow sun. You know how they say the sun causes skin cancer? Well, I’ve heard it two ways. Some people also say it’s the sunscreen. Have you ever looked at the ingredient list on one of those bottles? ICK. There is the “good” kind of sunscreen that only has a few ingredients but one looks extremely pale after the application. I never used to use sunscreen until I came to CA. Now if I spend a day at the beach I use it. I really hate sunburns.

I was talking with a friend the other day and I mentioned that “I hate weddings.” It wasn’t a total off the wall random comment because there was a wedding going on in the vicinity. I do hate weddings though. The last wedding I participated in, I really put in my dues. I helped in the kitchen and with clean up afterwards. You only do that when it’s a reallllly good friend getting married. At the end of the event I was on my hands and knees cleaning a floor. One of the bridesmaids walks by and is like “Oh, everyone’s working so hard! Hehe!” Oh yes, so funny. Mind you, the only thing she did was walk the isle and complain about not getting forks and enough food. But that’s not why I hate weddings. They usually are all the same with a tiny bit of variation (I guess that‘s called tradition) and they can cost a fortune. The fortune I’m talking about does not compare to the 3 million Miss. Clinton is having spent on her wedding but it is still substantial. Therefore, I have decided, I shall not have a wedding. I shall have a huge reception party. Half the stress and twice the fun.

I’m including a picture of myself in this blog post, I generally do not do that. Yesterday I spent 1.5 hours scraping the sides of a dock. I have never been more sore in a million different place. I almost fell out of bed this morning. I just didn't want anyone to think I was all play and no work.

And that’s Emily reporting to you live from HB, California.

I’m only extremely tardy in this post due to spending 10 hours on one homework problem and still remaining unsatisfied with the answer I came up with. Sometimes I guess you just have to learn to let go.