I AM WOMAN: Simmer down, Bridezilla ...

In contrast to our weekly dude column Man Cave, I Am Woman adds a feminine touch by chronicling the weekend adventures of a single Philadelphia socialite. Grrrrrrrrr! I don't know who invented the word "Bridezillas," but I love it. She attacks small towns and villages, kicking over hospitals and eating babies. This weekend I sat around with my girlfriends watching Bridezillas on Oxygen. Out of the five of us there, two of us — including me — is single. So as we bicker back and forth about the moment the bride actually "crossed the line," the other single girl in the room blurts out, "Am I going to be single forever?" My eye does an involuntary twitch. I hate this type of set-up question where you have to answer in the form of a compliment. Imagine if I said "Yes, and you'll have twelve cats named after candy companies." I mean, we are in our early twenties; let's not think about marriage, let's think about cute guys and having a good time. To further prove my point I invite said girlout for drinks at Vango in Center City. I like Vango mainly because of the sky bar. I'm a sucker for a view. I'm Amoretto Sour, she's Parton Margarita. Good crowd, good mix of music, good drinks; this is what our twenties should be about. Relationships are nice, but we shouldn't have to rush into one just to say we have one. We end the night by taking a cab to my place and crashing. The following day I had a birthday get-together at 5 p.m. Thanks to the hangover app on my iPod, I made a BLT sandwich that zonked my pounding headache, so I was all set to go. It was a cute little "getty" at his house. Everyone was dressed nice. I wasn't in the mood for heels two days in a row so I wore my boots, which ironically caught the attention of this guy. He tells me I'm the only girl here not in pumps. It was a funny way to start the conversation, but it works for me. We flirt a little but all in fun. I'm not interested right now, I just wanted to prove a point to myself and my "lonely friend."

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I AM WOMAN: Simmer down, Bridezilla ...

POSTED: Monday, January 31, 2011, 7:00 PM

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In contrast to our weekly dude column Man Cave, I Am Woman adds a feminine touch by chronicling the weekend adventures of a single Philadelphia socialite.

Grrrrrrrrr!

I don't know who invented the word "Bridezillas," but I love it. She attacks small towns and villages, kicking over hospitals and eating babies. This weekend I sat around with my girlfriends watching Bridezillas on Oxygen. Out of the five of us there, two of us — including me — is single. So as we bicker back and forth about the moment the bride actually "crossed the line," the other single girl in the room blurts out, "Am I going to be single forever?" My eye does an involuntary twitch. I hate this type of set-up question where you have to answer in the form of a compliment. Imagine if I said "Yes, and you'll have twelve cats named after candy companies." I mean, we are in our early twenties; let's not think about marriage, let's think about cute guys and having a good time. To further prove my point I invite said girlout for drinks at Vango in Center City. I like Vango mainly because of the sky bar. I'm a sucker for a view. I'm Amoretto Sour, she's Parton Margarita. Good crowd, good mix of music, good drinks; this is what our twenties should be about. Relationships are nice, but we shouldn't have to rush into one just to say we have one. We end the night by taking a cab to my place and crashing. The following day I had a birthday get-together at 5 p.m. Thanks to the hangover app on my iPod, I made a BLT sandwich that zonked my pounding headache, so I was all set to go. It was a cute little "getty" at his house. Everyone was dressed nice. I wasn't in the mood for heels two days in a row so I wore my boots, which ironically caught the attention of this guy. He tells me I'm the only girl here not in pumps. It was a funny way to start the conversation, but it works for me. We flirt a little but all in fun. I'm not interested right now, I just wanted to prove a point to myself and my "lonely friend."

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