I DON'T!!!
Halfway through my nearly-perfect dinner this evening with a plate of homemade tomato basil bowties and lemon butter squash over a lamb flank, I flipped to A3 of the New York Times only to be greeted by this sore sight:

Upon first look, I cringed. Surely a bridesmaid would have better taste than that. Surely. But then I saw the ring. And the rings of the other women. And then it hit me - she was a bride.
I know what you're thinking. This is a somber time in the world; appalling even - no time for pointing fingers at fashion-flubs. When I read the caption and found out that this was a mass-wedding for couples in Northern Israel, I tried to set aside my personal disgust for the outfit (A TULLE?? Is that an Elvis costume he's wearing?). I just considered what her mother must have thought about the fact that 1.1 million hard copies of this have already been distributed throughout the world, not to mention the number of page-views off the website it has already garnered (an average of 1.60 million a day). Plus the thousands who avidly read "geisterfahrer." But hell, it's her wedding, and she's in the middle of a war, so why not.

Upon first look, I cringed. Surely a bridesmaid would have better taste than that. Surely. But then I saw the ring. And the rings of the other women. And then it hit me - she was a bride.
I know what you're thinking. This is a somber time in the world; appalling even - no time for pointing fingers at fashion-flubs. When I read the caption and found out that this was a mass-wedding for couples in Northern Israel, I tried to set aside my personal disgust for the outfit (A TULLE?? Is that an Elvis costume he's wearing?). I just considered what her mother must have thought about the fact that 1.1 million hard copies of this have already been distributed throughout the world, not to mention the number of page-views off the website it has already garnered (an average of 1.60 million a day). Plus the thousands who avidly read "geisterfahrer." But hell, it's her wedding, and she's in the middle of a war, so why not.
