After reading this NYT story, I consider myself lucky enough to 1) have never been a bridesmaid in a wedding with a bridezilla; and 2) not have any friends that would even THINK about asking me to get a boob job just so I can look like the fembot-in-tulle that she wants to flank her at her wedding.
I've been/will be a bridesmaid in five weddings, and the duties, to my understanding, are to 1) throw the shower/bachelorette; 2) act as the emotional support to the bride, especially on the day of, when she's nervous about her perfect day; 3) keep the party going at the reception; 4) and happily rock a dress you'll say you'll wear again but know you never will. I do concede you must do your best to look cute at the altar, but not at the cost of silicon implants or injections to my face. Seriously people, if what you want is a gaggle of barbies with same cup size and shade of spray-tan, get a row of blow-up dolls. Sheesh.
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