If the earth gets any weirder than it is right now, we would have to ship out to Mars or somewhere else. Weird stories seem to be the new order. A newly married groom is suing his bride for “traumatic fraud”. It is the Weird Weird Earth!
On a friend’s Facebook wall, I saw the story summarized above. Finding it too incredible, I googled it, not wanting to believe until I saw a “reputable” site with the story. Reading the full story on Yahoo News reinforced my concern at the increasing weirdness of humanity.
The story goes thus (with some sugar-coating). A man met a lady. She took him to cloud nine with her exquisite beauty. He fell so madly in love that he didn’t bother about any background checks. In his euphoric state, he asked her to marry him. She agreed. He walked the streets smiling, believing he had found the world’s prettiest damsel, the bone of his bones. The wedding day quickly reached and they exchanged their vows. He was overjoyed that he now had a true beauty for a wife.
Cloud nine quickly became ground zero on the wedding night. His exquisite wife washed off her embossing make-up, and for the first time, he saw her true beauty, or rather, her lack of it. Alarmed, he refused to accept that she was his wife, preferring to believe that she was a thieving intruder. He couldn’t have been more disillusioned. Off to the courts he has headed, seeking justice for the travesty he has suffered. He has asked the court to award £13,000 against his wife for fraud and causing him trauma.
I consider this man very foolish. This may appear judgmental or harsh, but I am just saying it the way it is. I find it incredible that he never had a chance to see his betrothed without make-up. It’s only in Las Vegas-themed movies that a pair meet in a state of inebriety, and then seek for the nearest marriage licensee. If there were to be a “real” engagement period, situations would have occurred where she had to face him without the aid of some appendages. Unfortunately, the websites that published the story did not provide any further information, so we can only keep assuming.
It is sad that with current trends, stories like this would continue to occur. This is a time where “real” or “natural” is seen as not good enough. Make-up is good for highlighting beauty. However, when the purpose of make-up is to create a very different persona, it is deceptive. A deceptive person cannot be trusted. Any prior gained trust is lost once the truster discovers the deception.
With the use of super models to paint a picture of “the perfect lady”, females are struggling to meet up to the new pseudo-standards. Excessive make-up is supported with breast implants, push-up bras, stuffing clothing materials beneath bras, butt implants, and other ingenious methods. In Nigerian Pidgin parlance, “wearing yansh” has become come, as some females would not dare venture outside without wearing appendages to give the illusion of big hips or fluffy butts.
All these point to an insecure society perpetually seeking external endorsement. Many persons want to keep up with the Joneses. If the media says big butts are the current rave, people are willing to do anything to join the crowd, forgetting that “current” implies that the trend can (would likely) change. Without bothering about reversibility, people are ready to modify body parts to meet supposed standards.
Trends would come and go, but we must remain true to ourselves. Nothing should be worth making a person to live a lie. Living a lie would always imply some form of fraud, and induced a bad feeling when a person discovers that someone trusted has deceived him or her. Burnt bridges may be rebuilt, but the scars would likely remain. As for the man in the story, I wish him good luck in his suit. May his eyes be open next time!
UPDATE: I just came across a snopes.com article which debunked the viral story. Ashamed at having fallen for the story, I wanted to delete this post. However, I have come to accept that the story may be fake, but the culture of fake personas is real, so this post would remain where it is, as a mark of my fallibility.