I love this show. In fact, it’s probably my favorite show. There. I said it. Hate me now.
If nothing else, Super Sweet 16 is the ultimate in the most guilty of guilty pleasures. Like most reality TV, the show makes me feel so damn wonderful about myself. I may be spoiled. I may be a brat. I may waste my money on pointless, expensive things, but I’m not anything like that.
The absolute worst episode, if you ask me, was that beautiful, dark haired girl from Miami (she was half Cuban and half Asian, if I remember correctly). It wasn’t even her 16th bday- oh no- it was her quinceanera*.
Wicked bitchy daughter brat from hell decided she wanted a particular center piece, but mom decided on something else without telling daughter. Daughter arrives at the event, sees the center pieces she didn’t want, and freaks. Dad calls mom. Mom says it isn’t a big deal. Dad says, “It’s not a big deal? It’s not a big deal? She’s CRYING.” So daughter gets on the phone with mom, who explains that they saved over $3000 by switching to those center pieces. Daughter’s reply?
“Then you’re giving me those $3000.” And she hung up.
Daughter prances over to dad and says, “Mom said she did it to save $3000. I told her she’s giving me those $3000.”
Dad says, “Well yeah. If you’re not happy with this :: waves hand around giant, lavishly decorated ball room : then you get $3000.”
Sigh.
*For what it’s worth, I have some friends that have had some insanely costly (in my mind) quinceaneras. Parties that put the family 20-30k in debt. Yet, those can’t even compare what’s on this show.