Platinum Weddings is Not a Show for Sissies

Platinum Weddings is Not a Show for Sissies by Roxanne McDonald

Platinum Weddings is NOT for the struggling or bitter. The show is a beautiful depiction of real world weddings for the well-to-do, and what they do on this one day of their lives will drive you mad with envy and rage if you don’t detach.

I caught parts of one episode of Platinum Weddings, wherein the mother of the bride explained that the daughter deserved the best of the best weddings, and where she also said she had been planning this event since her daughter was a little girl. The preparations were not even complete and they were, she said, “easily at 850,00 dollars.” Now, I am no slouch, and aint holding anyone’s success against him or her. But what these folks are spending on flowers, food, entertainment, and fashion for one DAY I could live on for something like eighty-five years!

Yes, I have to separate myself from the

completely out of reach milieu of the rich as I watch this usually delightful show, so I can enjoy the details as these beautiful brides do. One bride-to-be was having a fairy tale environment created on an estate: the trees were sculpted and brought in; the centerpieces were unique flower-embedded chandeliers with shiny and feathery things sprouting and spraying from them; and the table settings were class A. The reception menu, of course, including “everything” they wanted, the woman said, and the band was a well-known area quartet they had booked six months in advance.

 

I reiterate that while it is difficult to see such extravagance, such excess, when I sit here scraping the yogurt container to share with the cat, wonder where I can summon up some extra dough for emergency dental care so the pain will stop, and try to imagine new ways to stretch canned beef from the dollar store, if I shouldn’t re-think my career as a freelancer who asks for way too little in the way of payment and either go back to teaching at seventy-five dollars an hour or at least go even further back to cleaning toilets for those who can afford six-figure, Platinum Weddings….

Instead of complaining about my choices or Fate

(whatever you believe in, though I believe it is the former), maybe I should even go back to a past life, where, one psychic reports, I was a Marie Antoinette type who watched the poor suffer while I ate cake – a life for which I am now paying for in BIGTIME karmic bucks.

My glass of well water, unfiltered enough to allow for a few microbes of God knows what, is raised, however, to the bride and groom. May you always know satin and always feel silk of upper-world, top ten percent ilk.

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