It has been widely reported that I love television. I'm not even ashamed of it. I love television.
So I was thrilled to recently see a program in my television line-up called, "Bridezillas". Then I was saddened when I attempted to watch the program and was told that the channel would "be available shortly". Shortly is apparently code word for "never".
But I have On-Demand and found WE television and the wonder that is Bridezillas, AND I can watch it whenever I want. Which rocks.
Under the WE section was a program called, "The Secret Lives of Women". And I was like, "Huh! I wonder if they will have any secret bloggers such as myself!"
Um. No. Not really what it was about.
The episode I saw? Was about child brides.
I was so alternately sad and horrified by this program. I think the girl that made me the most sad was the one who was 16. She was a bride at 15. She had a baby. Her husband beat her.
And she was planning to get remarried after she got a divorce from the first guy.
The second husband? Was twenty-seven. And unemployed.
Her mom was thirty-five.
The reporter asked her what she loved about the new guy. She said something like, "He's real good to me. He don't beat on me."
I was shrieking at the television, "HONEY! MOST PEOPLE WHO YOU MEET IN YOUR LIFE ARE NOT GOING TO BEAT ON YOU! DON'T MARRY THIS GUY! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!"
Because really? That's the reason you marry someone? Because they do you the honor of not knocking the snot out of you? I wish that was just a given in the relationship. You know? I mean, I've had the crap knocked out of me before by someone who "loved" me and even I know that whether or not he promised to never hit me again is in no way the basis for a lifetime commitment.
The whole thing was pretty depressing. Those poor little girls.