I am going to have to create a section in my blog called, "Are you F$&*&* Kidding Me?" This piece from the Times is clearly going to start things off with a bang.
The piece tells the story of a Manhattan lawyer who is suing her Upper East Side florist for "breach of contract" (I better get my words right lest she sue me, too) because the flowers in her centerpieces at her 400K wedding were not what she expected. Of course, the bride is now the laughingstock of NY (see Gawker, the Post, various blogs) and I agree with most of what has been said regarding her entitled bridezilla-like behavior. But I would be ragingly angry as well if I paid 30k for flowers by cashier's check a month before my wedding and I felt as though I had been duped.
Even though I see her point, I still find her despicable. Here's why:
1.) Spending 400K on a wedding is a pretty ridiculous thing to do. It is one day. One day of a (hopefully) long life that you will spend with your husband. No matter how rich I am, I will always feel that way. It is selfish, self-important and above all really greedy.
2.) This woman is out there giving a bad name to Jewish women lawyers everywhere. Many of the blogs are focusing on her entitled "Jewishness," which is pretty offensive. I am quite certain that there are a few gentiles out there who have behaved in a similar manner and would the blogs focus on their "Episcopalioness"?
3.) I am all for reclaiming the 30k on flowers, but why the extra money? Why sue for 400K? Isn't that a bit ridiculous?
4.) Weddings are NOT THAT IMPORTANT. I repeat, NOT THAT IMPORTANT. I know that when in the throes of one, it can seem like the biggest deal on the planet, but for the record, let me say: Weddings=Big party. Mine was so much fun. I loved it. It was close to the best day of my life. But I loved it because it was a party. A lot went wrong, but who cares? I had a ton of fun with all of my friends and family who I have never seen all together like that in one room. Plus I was marrying my best friend and getting a 3-week vacation from work so I could head to the Caribbean. But it was not worth stressing about two months after the fact and trying to put some poor florist out of business (but not my florist because I loved her).
There is a part of me that believes a person like this ought to be forced to be in the Peace Corps for two years building latrines. Methinks someone needs a bit of a reality check. Her lack of perspective is frightening, especially in the current political climate. And as a final aside, I am betting this woman is really bad in bed. As in, "not tonight dear, I asked for the rasberry linens, not the purple ones." So I guess we should all pity her. My advice to her? Get a life. Get some perspective. Get laid.