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MILLIONAIRE MATCHMAKING, BACHELORETTES, AND THOSE CRAZY HOUSEWIVES

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*This is a reprint – I’m reviving it as I see ABC plugging ‘The Bachelor’ with train wreck/melt down clips. Enjoy.*

Reality TV is a fact of life these days. Finding your Mr. Or Ms. Right on national television? I’m pretty sure that’s official country song wrong place number 23 to look for love. There are, however, things to be learned from the seekers of everlasting happiness and romance in prime time.

ATLANTA, GA - JANUARY 02: Kim Zolciak, of the...
Image by Getty Images via @daylife- Kim Wozniak .

Patty Stanger, “The Millionaire Matchmaker” on Bravo, spends an hour a week matching up difficult personalities. The editing surely makes things a) more amusing and b) less frustrating than they appear in the tiny mirror on the side of our guilty-pleasure-mobiles. But Patty does have some valuable things to say (and some funny ones to be sure).
The most important advice I’ve heard her give is “make love a priority and love will come.” the same needs to be true after love has been found. When planning your wedding, love still has to be the priority so that it will know how to stick around

The Bachelorette is incomprehensible to me, personally. It’s some perverse version of sorority rush with all the catty parts and none of the redeeming sisterhood. If you can learn anything from this one, it’s be careful what you wish for. And for goodness sake, don’t wish to be locked up in a house full of weepy overly made up, emotionally underdeveloped girls.

Last but not least we have the Unsinkable Kim Wozniak, of The Real Housewives of Atlanta. She found her latest football player love at a charity event she was attending to support another housewife’s penchant for dancing badly in public. And now she’s (on the show) about to pop with a new baby boy. Now that’s one way to make love stick around.
The reality tv trend has got to hit a wall at some point. Let’s keep the super glam wedding shows and dispense with the drama. Is anybody with me?
Where’s my remote?

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Matthew McConaughey’s Christmas Miracle; an object lesson in supporting  friends who date slackers.

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Presumably, you have heard that favorite Hollywood player, Matthew McConaughey is ending 2011 with a flourish; proposing marriage to the mother of his children, his patient, beautiful girlfriend of many years, Camila Alves. It’s a fair bet that while they are all thrilled, some of her friends are dumbfounded.

We all have that friend, who’s with that guy.  The the one we talk about in hushed tones, shaking our heads. Bemoaning that he’s not smart enough, funny enough, tall enough for her. That he’s moving too slow, that he’s never going to grow up, and basically that she needs to move along, there’s nothing date here, let alone marry.   Here’s the thing to remember, when the gang is strategizing your galpal’s exit strategy: Is she happy? If the answer is yes, no matter how you qualify it, you have to let go.  You love her, and she feels loved, so she’s right on this one. To paraphrase the Bard, there are more good boyfriends/husbands than are dreamt of in your philosophy.

Slackers can grow up, put on their shirts, and put down their bongos. And we should support the women we love who love them. Congratulations Camila and Matthew.

-Dinah

Camila Alves & Matthew McConaughey
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What’s a wedding for, anyway? These two have an interesting answer, bless their hearts.

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Congratulations To David Friedlander and Jacqueline Schmidt.

I admit it, I had a hard time processing this article about their wedding from today’s New York Times. I knew there were people in Brooklyn opening restaurants that only serve popovers, and shopping in artisanal hardware stores. But I was unaware that this particular strain of children of the free range, organic, unprocessed corn, had begun to infuse weddings with their intense navel gazing. And apparently, these two believed their wedding to be the ultimate chance to say, “Hey, world! Look at our navels!”

In all sincerity, I wish the Friedlander-Schmidt duo a great deal of happiness, love and a blissful newlywed year. But guys, when you let a New York Times reporter gaze at your navel, all we saw was overpriced lint.