My girlfriend Jeanine pulled out a doozy of a photo that featured her and two other unfortunate souls decked out in plaid shantung outfits. Who wears plaid from head to toe on a normal day? This bride clearly had self-esteem issues.
When my wedding day rolled around, I stopped and assessed my bridesmaid situation. I had five girls who didn't resemble each other in any way, shape or form. They ranged from short and busty to tall and boyish. How could one dress look good on everyone? It couldn't. So I told my bridesmaids to wear their own black dresses and called it a day. Everyone looked great, and nobody was tugging or moaning or rolling their eyes behind my back (not that I know of).
Luckily, I have reached an age where my friends have eliminated the bridesmaid parade altogether or have become secure enough with themselves that they don't feel it necessary to humiliate their beloved sisters (biological or otherwise). Instead it seems they are turning their attention to their children, and have begun dressing them in embarrassing outfits that will make them want to die 15 years from now. What happens to women with style when they have children? We'll save that one for another day...