What with the new season of Bridezillas having started last night, an email I received from tipster Fellow Philly Girl was perfectly timed.
First of all, FPG alerted me to the season having started (first episode will DVR’d on Friday).
And second of all, she made it clear that the Tampa Bay Times will NOT let you forget Kirsten Stiff Walker, who has apparently “emerged from alternate reality.” To wit:
I started making some bad decisions. By doing shows like Bridezillas. By doing some Court TV shows that were not even close to true.
You can be one thing on TV and very well be something else off camera, and people don’t seem to understand that.
They think they know you. I was in Jo-Ann Fabric, and I was being followed around by this lady, and she was like, “So how are you?” I thought she knew me. I felt bad because I didn’t recognize her. Eventually, she’s like, “I’m just so glad to finally meet you.”
There were people who found our house.
I dyed my hair so I wouldn’t be recognized. Dyed it black.
Spin your web of deception, sugartits. I’m quite confident Bridezillas …
… and American Princess …
and Divorce Court told us all we need to know. But whatever. We’re all God’s children, and we all deserve a chance at redemption. Televised, preferably.