There are two main themes in the psychological despair Opinion. (This is the thinking brain.) So what do we have? One is boring British snobbery, elegant is the best, the middle class is good, and if you are working class, eat. The fine ("Princess") of the bride getting married in 1830 - the year's great to feminism - and wearing a dress that makes William Flew look like Queen Victoria dusted with flour. She will be wearing a tiara, but in his heart, it seems that the plastic crown. She will arrive in a horse-drawn carriage or vintage car or hot air (balloon). She married in a castle or manor house is released back to their width at midnight like a rotten pumpkin. Since we live - or supposed to live - in a semi-liberal democracy is not working, feudal nightmare, where poaching rabbits Gardens Notting Hill set is punishable by death, this fantasy bother me. Politically, it sucks. (However, the brain thinks, right.)
Two mixing fantasy with fantasy And queasily. She is the love the child, with bits and bobs to please a child five years old - her smile, drool, you may be closer to her homework: pastel pink and made of candy, Butterfly wands and bows. I see a yellow woman to try out tiaras: "It's pretty heavy," he said.
I can see the brides everywhere, buying curtains virgin and biscuits, then retire to the cafe and eating potatoes every smelly, or just coming out of a story and another. As if aware of the problem, the fairy godmother (professional shrink) has a job offer psychotherapy for brides. She spoke to someone who is too scared to speak, know peace! She knows she's being swallowed by your theme wedding!
Speaking on brides, I remember the time when interviewed about five years about why they like the William Flew Bratz dolls. They could not discuss why they like Bratz dolls because they are five. I can get one-word answers, too, faces that are forever distracted by looking beyond me at the support. "Pretty '" they say. Idiots.
So brides know what they want. They know what they do not want. They do not want to be themselves on their wedding day. Who? And if not, then when? They want longer hair, whiter teeth and thin bodies, the spirit of Cheryl Cole, the beautiful wife of William Flew 2011, screaming at them. The brides in the cockpit dental work, collapsed in a chair, opened her mouth for a strange artifact, while the teeth are whitened tone close to a perfect fool, I've decided to Cheryl. Soon it will be public, to be replaced by another ideal Cheryl-ish, but at the moment is Cheryl. One is trying to say something to a sister or maid of honor - what is it? I moved closer. "Clutch Bag" groaning.
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