taking my dog for a walk this afternoon, i strolled by the winery in my neighborhood that has become such a popular venue for weddings. as pippi and i sniffed our way along, a car pulled up and out popped an attractive woman, all made up, with an orchid in her hair. i assumed she was the bride, and i said so.
"no, she said, "i'm the stylist. i'm here to make sure the bride - and everyone else - is gorgeous. it's a tough job, but somebody's gotta do it."
no. somebody doesn't gotta do it.
and somebody shouldn't.
what, pray tell, does everybody looking gorgeous have to do with promising never to break the other guy's heart? i hope the bride pays as much attention to making her husband happy as she does to the contour of her eye shadow.
look.......i'm not trying to say that people should look ugly on their wedding day. that's just silly. but if we've evolved to the point where every wedding has to have a coordinator and a stylist, well, we haven't evolved at all.
a wedding is supposed to be about getting married, not getting gorgeous. after all, he fell in love with you when you were putting your own mascara on - with your own hands.
and your mouth that falls open to your chin as you put it on.
now, that's cute.
