by / Sunday, 26 January 2014 / Published in ES Confidential

I had all sorts of good intentions to get caught up on my grading for school yesterday. I had a stack of essays that I really needed to get graded ASAP. I mean, just in case I went into labor and on top of screaming through painful contractions, I’d also be stressed out about the ungraded essays I have sitting in my bag at home. Who needs that added worry? Definitely better to have them graded and logged successfully into the electronic gradebook ahead of time so parents aren’t calling the hospital inquiring, “How well did Susie demonstrate her understanding of major themes in The Pearl?”

And I would love to tell you that I diligently worked all day getting those done and off my to-do list. But alas, I would be lying. Instead, I spent yesterday indulging in one of my favorite guilty pleasures…watching a marathon of Bridezillas. I cannot help it, I am completely and totally addicted to that show! I wish I wasn’t. I really do hate giving credence to something that glorifies such selfish and outlandish behavior. I truly am against the sensationalism of acting like such an ass. But it’s like a train wreck that I just can’t take my eyes off of. And I’ll just go ahead and admit it….these people make me feel so much better about myself!

I’m not a fan of reality TV. Other than Celebrity Apprentice, you’ll rarely find me watching it. But they say every rule has its exception and Bridezillas is my exception. (Although since I try to watch it in secret, shielding my guilt and shame over such a societal crime, you technically won’t catch me watching that either!) I can’t help it, I love the cat fights. It’s better than hockey! And even though I know it’s never going to happen, I love the anticipation each episode beings as I wonder if maybe, just maybe, this time the crazy bitch is going to get left at the altar.

So unfortunately, I still have a 40 essays to grade before I go into labor but at least I can rest easier knowing that Evelina did forgive her maid of honor for only bringing salad to the rehearsal dinner and Krystal’s fiance never found out about the stripper at her bachelorette party. I mean, phew! Imagine going into labor with those unanswered questions on your mind!

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  1. […] whom I love to death, spoke about the guilty pleasure that is Bridezillas. (You can read about that here). Now, sometimes I get caught watching this show with her and I have to admit that it has kept me […]

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