I suppose it's difficult to manage the high expectations associated with an inaugural ball gown, particularly when the design has been kept as a closely guarded secret. But with all of those high-profile designers clamoring to dress Mrs. Obama, she chose to wear a design by relatively unknown designer Jason Wu.
Perhaps Mr. Wu didn't have access to Mrs. Obama to make sure that the fit was right. Perhaps neither of them thought that a train might prove unwieldy for a woman who would be expected to dance at ten inaugural balls in one night. Those issues can be forgiven. But the design itself had some pretty glaring taste issues. It made the beautiful, statuesque, and very fit Michelle Obama look lumpy and awkward. Under the klieg lights, Mrs. Obama's dress looked much like the chenille bedspread that my grandma had on her bed in her home in Kansas. The Obamas kept wrestling with that dress all night, as shown in multiple clips of Mrs. Obama pulling on the train so she could dance or walk or even just stand there, and President Obama walking a careful four paces behind her so that he wouldn't step on it (again).
There is no question that in situations like these a woman needs a gay friend. Even more than that, Mrs. Obama needed a gay friend who was a professional stylist. She needed someone to be honest with her (an unfair task for a husband or unqualified employee).
Maybe Nancy Pelosi will allow her husband to shop for Mrs. Obama as well. He certainly dresses his wife impeccably. (Ahem.)

























