Submitted by: I See Stupid People
For those of you who have already tossed your telly’s out with the trash due to the never ending silliness that is the Gosselin “Wedding Spectacular” commercial, then hold onto your cookies. I’m gonna get down and dirty with the Wedding Spectacle– I mean Wedding Spectacular–recap. But first things first. That damn commercial!
OK, so it’s not a wedding, is it? That happened nine years ago. This is a renewal of vows ceremony, or “Sure, I’d marry Kate again because if I divorced her, I’d be losing more than my already missing balls. They didn’t call our old street a “Culled Sac” for nothing!”
The extras (could they be Jon’s long lost Hawaiian third cousins twice removed?) are all seated in their folding chairs. I wonder if they have ever even met Kate or the children. I dare say it will be the last time, unless they own the Grand Wailea. Relatives are a dime a dozen (and Kon has gone through quite a few coins already, but its only money, eh Kon?). Once they have been used as fillers or used for whatever will benefit Kon, it’s “Buh bye!” or in this case, “Aloha!”
Why are they calling it a “Wedding Event”? Didn’t these two get married nine years ago in a lovely ceremony attended by family and friends? Oh, yeah, that was when they had family and friends that would actually attend such a thing. Now we have the sickening TLC commercial that I swear runs every 3 and a half minutes, on every channel. Or so it seems. Jon, with his silly man-child grin, looks across at, at—a whole lot of hair! Oh wait, the wind is blowing and I see a smile and an eye (an evil eye, but an eye nonetheless). Her face says it all. “You will marry me again, Jon, and this time there is soooooooo much more at stake than just your testicles. Can you imagine the child support you’d owe?” I’ve got news for you Kate. A judge would give Jon these kids over you any day. Who is the primary caregiver? Ok, assuming the crew isn’t going to adopt the kids, let’s say Jon is. And who has more earning potential? Ok, let’s leave the kids out of this for a minute. Katie Irene! You are the weakest link! You go get a job and support the children you manufactured with this dolt! Jon, by going through with this farce, is just stating for the millionth time that he agrees to be belittled and degraded by his wife on national television for as long as reruns and syndication lasts.
Yes, it’s a beautiful life now, isn’t it? With 8 little cash cows, how could you say no? There’s a big world waiting—and you’ve got lots more places to visit on someone else’s dime. Well, on your kids’ backs, actually.
So now they are buying a vowel, I mean, renewing their vows in Hawaii. The place, where, if you believe them, they had planned to wed in the first place but their families couldn’t afford to travel there. Ummm…sounds like Kon couldn’t afford it back then either. So, of course, now that the family can afford to go….hold up….who are those people in the folding chairs? Where are Kate’s parents, sisters, brother, nieces and nephews, cousins, SISTER-IN-LAW, and Jon’s mother, brothers, etc. etc? Don’t make me mention friends. Unless Jenny the Nanny/ Helper is Kate’s new BFF. I know those older ladies adorning Kate with the necklace would love to strangle her with it. I know I would.
I somehow missed the episode of Say Yes to the Dress. So, I am quite surprised at her choice. I think I saw this on an episode of Project Runway when the contestants had to make a garment out of toilet paper. Or maybe, for old time’s sake, they used paper towel for that “something old” trend. I guess they must have prayed for it, and got Kleinfeld’s instead. Toss on a few sparkly things, and there you have a wedding dress. Damn. I said “wedding” again.
The kids look sweet, natch. But there’s Jon, a.k.a “Shamu” swimming through the commercial and ruining a perfectly good shot of a giggling Alexis. Yes, Alexis, your parents are really trying to convince the world they are so happy and totally in love. Well, that and the fact that you little ones will actually remember all of these freebies, er, vacations. You know the score, you smart girl. I’ll buy YOUR book in a heartbeat. You’ll need the money anyway.
Ack! There it is again! That song! Those yellow coats! Whoops, sorry, my mistake@ That’s actually Jon’s stripe down his back. KATE has the yellow coat on. So. Let’s get this show rolling. I. AM. SICK. OF. THE. HYPE. And those smiles are creeping me out!
Here we go, on with the show! (I’m writing as I watch. No VCR, DVR or TiVo for this cub reporter! )
As Kon gets the last minute details sorted, Jenny takes all of the kids on a walk around the resort. Brave Jenny. 8 kids. ALL BY HERSELF. The kids appear to be having fun, getting dirty, exploring, finding treasures. Then the low blood sugar hits, and OMG there isn’t enough cheese to go around. Leah (I think) throws her shared piece over Jenny’s head and stomps away. Niiice. They don’t respect Jenny. I’m sure Kon doesn’t respect her either, and it shows up in the kids behavior with her.
Jon meets up with a few of his relatives who haven’t seen him in over 20 years. Nice to be such a close knit clan. It is so apparent that they only know Jon from the show. His very elderly Aunt says something like “He is more handsome than the man on TV.” And what was with that other weird exchange with Jon and his relatives? Them: “Thanks for inviting us. You DID know we lived in Maui?” Jon: “Oh, yeah.” Jon’s thought bubble: “We just never needed you to fill in and look like you are a part of our lives so we wouldn’t look silly renewing our vowels all by ourselves.” Quick! Someone tell Kon that there are way too many chairs out on the lawn.
One of the more telling moments of the show: Mady is supposed to be Kate’s Maid of Honor. She says “I don’t want to.” Kate interrupts with something like “Mady was so excited-“ only to be interrupted by a melting down Mady saying, honestly, “No I wasn’t, Mommy.” Ah, out of the mouths of babes (unfortunately no one every listens to them).
Kate tries to explain the reason “why” they are doing this (!?!). They will never remember the vows, you dolts. It doesn’t mean anything to them! Renewing your vows does not mean you won’t break up. Getting married is no guarantee either! Helllooooo! The divorce rate in this country is 50%! Kate says something like “Now that we have 8 kids it is so important to show them that mommy and daddy will be together forever.” (“Forever” means as long as Jon doesn’t find his scrotum, put his balls back in, and start banging someone who doesn’t treat him like he is just another one of the little money makers). Please, Kate. Grow up. I still look back to the fairy tale Kate of just 9 years ago. It’s not difficult to find her still here, just hiding it better under that streaked blob of face hair.
Cut to the showing of the kids’ clothes. Plain. Simple. Probably free. As in The Grand Wailea INVITED us to have a spa day. Although no company is mentioned, so maybe they actually did have to pay for the little kids’ clothes and the twin’s dresses. Betcha Kon wasn’t too pleased about THAT. Thrifty Jon buys the boys shirts that can be worn again. Good boy, Jon. Now, go sit.
The girls get ready for their spa day. Riiighhht. How eager did those spa ladies seem to see those little girls? No tips from them! And I agree with the sextuplet who asked the obvious: “Why do I need this?” It’s a robe, sweetie. Get used to your nouveau riche lifestyle. Or at least learn what one looks like so you can tell when Mommy is being pampered. Many little hands excitedly pick at the pretty bottles of nail polish. Kate takes the bottles from the little hands and replaces them with her choice. Mady is adamant that she wants blue. Kate hands her a more suitable blue. So why do we hear Kate say that she didn’t care what color they chose? Why was she saying “No! That’s too bright. Choose this one”?
The girls get their hair done, some in curls. Mady refuses and is actually allowed to be herself! Kate’s meds must have kicked in. Kate is worried about her own hair and makeup. At least someone had the good sense to tame the beast on the back of her head. A full can of Porcupine Ass Be-Gone and she’s all set to go. Jon handles the boys dressing needs, and unfortunately the camera man can’t seem to contain some creepy need to once again film all three of the boys in their underwear, and the editor shows it for every pedophile that tunes in each Monday night, hoping for a glimpse of this very thing. Good job Jon!
Commercial break…..Whoa….WAIT! That song…but…it’s not KON! Ask not for whom the bell tolls, Kon. Methinks your days may be numbered (or at least outnumbered by a family with more multiples). Kate, would you like a little Clomid with that wedding cake? Your one set of twins behind! Hurry!
Back from the break.
The girls are walking from chapel to the lawn, following some fire holder girls (?). Dammit, camera man! Linger on the crowd a bit. I’ve almost counted all of the guests. 11. And Jenny. I keep trying to count when the camera pans: 5 on one side, 6 or 7 on the other. So, let’s be generous and say a baker’s dozen attended. But whoa! Lookie loos in the background, as well as hotel staff, I imagine. This is becoming very, very sad. The kids are as rowdy as I’ve ever seen them. They are having fun but certainly don’t understand the meaningfulness (right Kate?) of the occasion. Yup. Memories aplenty here. Jon and Kate interrupt the preacher/minister and yell at the kids to go sit down. The congregation swells to double its size.
They continue with the vows. Oh no he di’int! (wiggle head in that annoying preteen way). Jon just screwed himself by adding that I will always ask “how may I help you” crap. And he proves later on the couch that he wasn’t paying attention when Kate spoke: Loved the scripture, Kate. Kate: I didn’t have Scripture, Jon. He was so freaked out by the fact that Kate said they would be together for the next 90 years that he lost his mind for the rest of the ceremony.
Wow. It was a chaotic ceremony with the kids being out of control. Jon must have made certain that the lei’s around Kate’s neck emitted the smell of Prozac. She kept insisting that it was perfect, just the way she wanted and oh so meaningful, unlike their first wedding. Niiiice for the folks watching back home.
At the reception, both tables were filled. What can you say about a reception that was embarrassingly empty but for two tables? The wait staff and crew outnumbered the guests. All I keep thinking about is the amount of money spent on this spectacle. They could have done this at home with people who mean something to them helping to make it special. Oh, but PA is so yesterday, and family and friends are so over rated. Not to mention completely cut out of their lives. This is really sad. And for God’s sake can you make sure the little girl’s dresses fit? I do not want to see another strap falling off a four-year old, exposing her chest.
The cake cutting was just boring. Too much cake, not enough cake eaters. There was far too much meaning invested in the symbols: 2 flowers became 4, then 6 more then 10 total. Ugh. Cut the damn cake already. And that’s a wrap of the hyped up wedding/renewal/getting married again freebie vacation in Hawaii.
Or not quite.
Jon plays golf at 7am with a few relatives. They have to plug the amazing golf course. And now it’s time to plug the resort. I mean PLUG the resort. Because Kon wants to come back tomorrow. They keep plugging, hoping for another “invite”. Now we get a glimpse of the size of the suite. It was pretty huge, probably bigger than my house, square footage-wise.
Please wrap this show up now. That was embarrassing.
OMG! That song again. Now they have every TLC family involved!
I hate that song.
And I hate the Kon.