The Four Stages Of Ariel's Bridezillas Hair
Days after watching Ariel's Bridezillas episode, I'm still struggling to work through my feelings about Ariel's hair. It is so very very terrible that I am STILL upset at it, five days after airing, and let me explain as well that I am from New Jersey, which means among other things that I am perhaps more likely than folks from other states to rationalize the bad tonsorial choices of others -- they don't have mirrors, or cable, or they hit their heads really hard maybe -- so for a hair-don't to affect me to this degree means that it is REALLY bad.
And it is REALLY bad. The wedding-day iteration is, somehow, the worst; it's SUPPOSED to look the best, and it's STILL an electrocuted Pomeranian on the top and the greezy snarl you pull out of the shower drain on the bottom. I hope I can reach some kind of peace with it before Friday's new episode, but I'm not hopeful.
Deep, deep depression:
Back to denial:
And some more anger: