Why I get such pleasure out of watching brides behave badly is an issue to be plumbed later, but I am so glad the new season of “Bridezilla” has started.

In the season premiere, they teased us with news that soon, and for the first time on the show, a bride will be left at the altar! I shudder at the thought, but I still can’t wait to see how it happens. That’s wrong, right? That I’ve already set my TiVo to capture someone else’s misery?
Fellow Divas, appease my conscience and tell me: What are your guilty TV viewing pleasures? You do have some, don’t you?

What they didn’t tell me before I took this job: That I would be recognized on the street by strangers. As a raging introvert, it is the single part of my job I loathe the most. Oh, besides being called a nigger on my voice mail. And the death threats. OK, right behind the racial slurs and the death threats, I hate being recognized.

It’s a natural job hazard - after all, my picture is in the paper twice a week and I do give in to the occasional request to opine on TV about something. But it’s always uncomfortable. I never know what to say and I’m always bracing myself to meet someone who is going to rip me a new one on the sidewalk for something I’ve written. That’s only happened once, and it was in a restaurant. (Did he really think I wanted to discuss the relative merits of Three 6 Mafia over my lunch?)

So, Divas, what weren’t you told before you took the job you have now (or a previous one)?

The Guest Diva and metro columnist,
Wendi C. Thomas

to the authorities, but who would I tell? The humane society?

My wonderfully sweet, incredibly docile female dog was HUMPING her cousin (my sister’s boy dog) last night. Both of them are fixed, of course, but I was just speechless. It was undeniably humping in the middle of a massive play session. Sherlock, the boy dog, came and kind of sat close to me for a while, and Layla, my dog, took a break and laid on her mat. (See the pair to the left, in less-randy times!)

You Doggie Divas - have you ever seen your girl dog do this? What the heck does it mean?

What you shouldn’t have to see while riding on a Laidlaw bus: Crude, lewd expressions written on the back of the bus seats. Apparently, no one else had complained about the etchings, but mom Laurie Donlon did. See more in my column in today’s paper.

Read the rest of Donlon’s letter to district officials and school board members on the jump.
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Evangelical Christian School 8th grade grads got a special surprise today - a book full of heartfelt advice, in the form of letters sent to them from family and the famous. See my column about it here. (My advice: ignore boys as much as possible in high school. The time and energy isn’t worth it in the end.)

What advice do you wish you’d gotten as you approached high school? And would you have listened to any of it?

The Guest Diva and metro columnist,

Wendi C. Thomas