I recently ended a nine-month stretch of living without cable television. Every couple of years I do this to myself – test myself to see how long I can function without Joel McHale.
Have you seen MTV’s “Underage & Engaged”? I was both disgusted and enthralled. It helped that the first episode I watched featured nineteen-year-old Mormon couple, Amanda and Chris. They became engaged after dating just one year. Amanda was raised Mormon and Chris recently converted. They plan to be married in the Mormon temple, which means Chris’ non-Mormon family will not be allowed to see the ceremony. The groom’s mother was understandably upset. Who wouldn’t be when told they couldn’t see their own child married?
My sister was married in the temple when I was fourteen-years-old. Having been raised Mormon; I didn’t realize there was anything wrong with not being able to see my sibling married. I waited outside the temple for a couple of hours during the ceremony, and then stood in a receiving line for the entire reception. Shaking hands with strangers who told me, they’d changed my diaper as a baby, while guests ate all the food.
I’ve been trying to think of appropriate titles for a follow up series to “Underaged & Engaged”.
“The Short and Narrow Path to Divorce”
“Let Us Pray They Don’t Procreate”
“Divorce Court Here We Come!”
“Dying to Meet Joey Greco”
“Future Stars of Cheaters”
“I Should Have Listened to My Mother”
