But, but, but, I like the five inch platforms! They make my legs look skinny! You’re just being mean. You want me to have fat legs! WAH
I’d PAY to see swampbear in 5" platforms!
My MOH (best friend since age 7; we no longer speak) used to date my husband’s best friend. H’s best friend broke up with her 3 years before we got married. My BF was engaged(to someone else) at the time of our wedding. She was MOH; husband’s BF was Best Man.
She had the gall to ask me (upon being told that BM would escort her down the aisle post ceremony)–“how long is the aisle?”
She didn’t think she could “bear” having to walk with him the 200 feet or so.
That’s not why we are no longer friends, but it’s on the list. :rolleyes:
Weddings bring out the worst in people, but they make for great stories long afterwards.
Okay, that made me <snerk>. But if you’re going to be one of my bridesmaids, I almost insist you wear the platforms. I am one of those short women who not only doesn’t mind being short, I kinda prefer it. I’m pudgy (to put it politely), but since I’m so short, I’ll always be cute. 
I’m reminded of “The Revenge of The Pink Blob”
At my BIL’s wedding, the bride was pretty laid back about the whole event. The only thing she insisted on was that the bridesmaids wear burgandy. We had to buy our own dresses, but we could get any type we wanted. I wore a tea-length dress with a lace collar, my SIL wore a burgandy suit. The third brides maid was an old friend of the bride, but they had been estranged for a few years because,
the bride had the NERVE to lose weight. She was still overweight, but not in a “OMG, what the hell is that?” kind of way. Her friend was HUGE, and EVIL. She demanded that she be the Maid of Honor, since she had introduced the couple. She was loud and obnoxious during the rehersal and kept bragging about the dress she was making for the wedding. At the wedding, she showed up wearing a Hot Pink thing that can’t really be called a dress. It was more like a kaftan, but the fabric was wooly and nubby like upholstrey. The word “couch” was whispered more than once. The bride was fuming, but there was nothing she could do about it by then.
Your friend ought to submit pictures of the hot pink monstrosity to either Etiquette Hell or Uglydress.com.