I'm fucking pissed off! I feel angry. I feel defensive. I feel sad. But definitely more angry than anything else. Why do YOU get to judge me and the industry that I eat, sleep and breathe?
You see my bride keeps referring my "the industry" as "you people" with a disgusted tone; almost as she is spitting the words at me as she speaks. Whenever one of "us" doesn't respond quickly enough or she doesn't like what we have to say or the price we are offering is "outrageous", suddenly we become "those people" or "that industry".
Warning: This post is for all of the people in "the industry" who get fucked by the public every day and have to smile back at the perp. If you think my blog is generally too racy, then this post is not for you. If you dig our honesty, then read on…
I am fired up. Frankly, I’m fucking pissed off. This topic has been brought to my attention on several occasions, and I feel like every time I turn around another one of my peers has been hit by a bad review. And undeserved bad review. A review from a deranged, crazy bitch that has no business writing about an “irresponsible” or “insensitive” vendor when she herself is a lunatic. You see, just because somebody is insane enough to marry you doesn’t mean that you aren’t a crazy bitch. Crazy people get married too…
Story Submitted by "Misery Maid"
I was very surprised when a friend asked me to be her "Co-Maid of Honor." First of all, at that point we were seeing each other maybe 3 times a year despite living in the same city, and secondly, I'd never heard of a CO-Maid of Honor. Turns out, there's a good reason for that!
“Doesn’t it ever depress you?” she asked with a blank stare, eyes darting around the room.
“Does what depress me?” asked Bitchless.
“That statistically, half of all of your couples will end in up in divorce court.” she chirped.
Tell them to fuck off. Seriously! I am so tired of hearing about what everybody else wants for your wedding. You should do this, or you should avoid that… Filter out the noise girls! Because, if you listen long enough, it makes you start to question your point of view, your vision. You know, the one you dreamed about for months and months, put down on paper and have begun putting into motion? So, STOP LISTENING! Otherwise, your head gets clouded, your judgment gets impaired and you start to give in all because some chick, who you never liked anyway, went to a wedding that had 18 chocolate fountains and a belly dancer, and “how could you not want a chocolate fountain?” and “you know, a belly dancer would be a nice surprise for your guests.”