It's not easy, getting married.
Well, I suppose it can be if you elope, or if you fly off to some tropical island where it's too expensive for anyone to follow you. Mostly, though, a bride will feel obliged to allow friends and family to celebrate her wedding with her.
Now. A bride is the queen of her company. She must have what she wants for the whole day, regardless of expense.
The terrible flaw?
She has to arrange it all herself.
But a well-arranged wedding means that everyone (however slow-moving, selfish, or drunk) must be in the right place to witness the first dance; it means that a crowd of singletons must be ready to catch the bouquet; it means that people, however illiterate, must write sentimental things to post through the ornate white letterbox; it means that the speeches must be prepared, given, and applauded; it means that the right people must be marshalled into the right photographs; it means that it must not under any circumstances rain.
It's not easy herding a hundred or so people backwards and forwards (especially when some of them are too old to be sure what's going on, some of them are too young, and quite a lot of the rest too...er...relaxed). It's especially not easy herding people backwards and forwards when you're wearing a too-long dress, a wobbly mountain of hair, and a sweetly modest expression.
It takes firmness. It takes organisation. It takes determination.
And at the end of it all, what thanks do you get?
You get called Brideszilla.
Sunday Rest: Bridezilla. This is a mixing together of the words bride and Godzilla.
Godzilla first appeared in Ishirō Honda's 1954 film Godzilla. The name is Japanese, a mixture of the words for whale and gorilla.