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One of these things is not like the others.

Jill Biden might be married to an ice cream snarfing, ridiculous man-child, but the woman, in her rare public appearances as Second Lady, is second to none in her attire.  She is always appropriately dressed, never wears Halloween costumes other than October 31st, and, to our knowledge, doesn’t actively try to make herself look enciente with bastions of bulbous belts. 

For the record, she also doesn’t pal around with grown-ass women who think they’re Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz…whose bright red shoes seem inappropriate for an appearance at Arlington National Cemetery. 

Honestly, we’ve said this before but will say it again, one of the biggest breaks Mrs. Utopia caught in 2008 is when Mr. Blackwell died. That man could have filled one of his Worst Ever lists with things the current First Lady has worn this week, alone. 

Not even in the heart of the Klingon Empire itself would today’s getup be appropriate. That hair.  That belt. Those boots.  That coat. bachHa’!

What’s really sad to us is that this is a woman who could look very pretty if she only had better people dressing her.  People who don’t hate her.  

For an appearance at Arlington on Veterans’ Day, appropriate attire would have been a long black coat, black shoes, her hair nicely combed, with perhaps a red, white, and blue scarf of some kind to add some patriotic color. 

Somber events and funerals are not the time for “Lookit Me!”, no matter how much Mrs. Utopia wants them to be. This isn’t quite as bad as the Sophie Theallet giant bow dress she wore to get extra attention at Ted Kennedy’s funeral this summer, but it’s up there.

At least she didn’t wear her favorite dress again, though:

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UPDATE: We’re surprised to see this bit on AOL today, in the Style section, where the author, clearly an Obot, also criticizes Mrs. Utopia for that Klingon death belt…there’s a vague reference to the tourquoise being out of place at a Veterans’ Day event, but the author quickly points out that she, herself, loves tourquoise…even if nobody else around you for miles is wearing bright colors.

The author cannot, however, explain or excuse away that hideous belt. Try as she wants to.