Pet Peeve: Princess Crowns

For the bride to be, there is a lot of pressure to succumb to the "bride of today" look. For some inexplicable reason, once the ring is on the finger we find ourselves compelled to buy the ubiquitous strapless gown, zigzag part our hair, plop a load of hard crunchy curls on top of our heads and buy that sparkly dangly matchy earrings and necklace set we know we will never ever wear again. And we work ourselves into a frenzy to find that tacky $hit.

For the most part, this is forgivable. As a bride you are planning the party of a lifetime trying to meet the expectations of your future Mother in law, Great Aunt Bea, and hundreds of other relatives and well wishers you don't really know or care to. So it is understandable that your judgment may lapse a little in the hair department. However, just because you are about to become someone's wife does not give you the right to wear this:

We are not your subjects. You are not the queen. You aren't even a princess. You are a grown woman making a lifetime commitment to a man you fell in love with. And unless you are Kate Middleton, he's probably not going to be the King.

There is something so irksome about the crown. It is unoriginal, over priced, uninspiring and it automatically makes you look like a Bridezilla: Like a girl caught up in her childhood wedding dream screeching to everyone in earshot that everything must be perfect. Like a 10 year old playing dress up, trying desperately to look like Cinderella.

If you must put something sparkly in your hair, find a small delicate hair piece or pin. Better yet, tuck a flower behind your ear. Do not give into the pressure to get the crown. The couple hundred dollars you will spend on that would be much better invested in your shoes. Your feet will thank you.

Do you dare defend the Bride Crown? Bring it!