Wedding porn. Such an apt description. For those of you who aren’t wasting precious hours slavishly reading and looking at wedding blogs on the internets, wedding porn refers to images that inflame desire in the bride as she prepares for her wedding. But I think it’s something of a misnomer, because unlike sexual pornography, consuming wedding porn does not end with satisfaction. Bluntly put, you don’t get your rocks off. Instead, after looking at image after image of lovely brides in impossibly loving surroundings looking revoltingly happy and carefree (though your rational brain knows they’ve probably thought long and hard about making those magical moments, well, magical), you usually don’t feel satiated. Instead, after gazing through pictures of beautiful flowers, wonderfully decorated ballrooms, and details, details, details (I’m up to here with freaking details), you feel kinda sick. And not in a good-I’ve-slept-too-long-I’ve-made-myself-kinda-ill way. More like, my-wedding-is-going-to-be-shit-sick. And therein lies the trap of wedding porn. It makes you question your self-worth, your budget, your photographer, heck, even your husband-to-be. Which sucks. Hard.

So I’m trying to sever those bonds. And it’s difficult. I used to have all these wedding blogs on my Google reader and then I got rid of those. Then I tried to cut down on viewing the one that I just can’t seem to shut out. It’s easy to do when I’m hella busy at work, but when I’m not, oh lawdie. Not so easy. (Though I must admit, I get tons of great ideas on how to incorporate certain things and DIY tips). There are 2 I need to read every day to keep me centred because sometimes it gets a bit much and these two blogs help me remember that weddings aren’t about sand ceremonies, chocolate fountains or favours. It’s about two people promising themselves to each other in front of their most beloved.

Ok, off my soapbox. Wedding porn. Not cool. Must read the news and cool non-wedding related blogs.