Oof. I'm in the process of pitching a story about the "trash the dress" trend (Hi! Welcome to the Blog Where We Beat Subjects to Death!) mostly because my editor loved the photo I asked to display in the hallway gallery at work and thought it would make a nice spread if it featured a local couple- and yes, the article will most likely* tackle the element of materialism and wastefulness inherent in the discussion and list resources for more noble options in a fair and balanced way.
*I say "most likely" because a reporter will be writing the story, not me, and you know, I'm not allowed to hover over them and push their fingers on the keys I like in the order I want. Well, I guess I could, but I kind of enjoy being alive and stuff. Heh.
So ANYWAY, like a plucky little duck, I put out the call for interested brides on the Stepford message board at thekn0t.c0m- and damn, those bitches are HARSH! I got reported to a moderator, because they thought I sounded too much like a vendor. They accused me of not really being a knottie bride. Which, coming from actual Stepford Wives-in-Waiting, is the nicest thing anyone has said to me in a long, long time.