I decided to make this post about something that is a new pseudo obsession of mine: My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding on TLC. It is awful. But I just can't seem to look away when I stumble onto a new episode. The show centers around the Irish Traveler community in the UK and depicts their lavish, and oh so tacky, weddings and other rites of passage. I think part of the reason I watch it is because I come from a long line of Irish Travelers. I just keep thinking "that could be my life." I mean, let's face it, Irish families multiply at a rapid rate so there's a good chance we're related to some of these people. I'm twenty years old so apparently if I were living among the Travelers I would be a spinster by now. That, or I'd be on my third wedding anniversary with two or three kids running around and one on the way. NO, THANK YOU.
Remember how I said these blessed Traveler events are tacky? I say that because I don't think there has yet been a word invented to truly encapsulate the horror that is a wedding dress in this gypsy community. I'll just let you be the judge. This darling girl is 16 years old and she's marrying her prince charming. Read: they've known each other all of three months and he won her heart by buying her a trailer of their very own that she can clean all day long while he goes to work AND he was late to the wedding because he was down the street getting drunk with his friends. (Man, I wish that dude was still on the market. He sounds like a goddamn champ.)
|That's her with her bridesmaids. Cute.|
|This girl gives a whole new meaning to the term "wedding glow." She had LED lights placed all through her dress and vale. I don't know why Vera Wang hasn't jumped on that bandwagon yet.|