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Once Jessa is a married woman, she won't need a job, so there's no reason to spend money on training for anything. Jill has shown us how that works.

Danielle, Mohamed's fiancee, has a big, rough-looking cross tattoo on one of her fingers. Maybe her background involves a motorcycle gang or some other interesting choices.

Well, as much as I hate doing this, I've decided not to buy them anything, so I don't know if they're still soliciting.

I thought Taylor was intentionally playing the "dumb blond" and doing it well. Her humor was dry and funny. I think the guests on this show are prepped for the best possible interaction.

Adrian Leeds is awesome. I love her clothes and her gentle ways of helping clueless house hunters get a grip on reality. I bet myself that the latest American in Paris wife would get her way. She looked much older and much more "worldly" than her husband, the one who was paying for this venture. He didn't stand a chance. Paris has huge blocks of high rise apartments in the suburbs. Still, I don't know why hubby had to drive to work (and complain about it) or why the artsy princess couldn't hop on a subway to get wherever she wanted to go. I kept waiting for the backstory that never came.

There's only one "star" on this show, and that's the woman with the squeaky voice and crunchy hair. I'm no fan of Josh, but I feel bad that he probably knows by now that nobody really counts in this family but the top fame whore MEchelle and by her grace, Jim Bob, her consort.

One use of clothes is to mark gender, and gender is a place in the power hierarchy. Those lower in the hierarchy will borrow from the higher status, but officially borrowing doesn't move the other direction. Think women in pants and men in skirts. Also, as (if) gender power differentials decrease, the exchanges will be more equal. When men and women can freely choose to wear makeup, dresses, pink bows, etc. or not, they will likely be receiving equal pay for their work. Of course, if your purpose on earth is to breed the new Army of God, you'd better know your place and dress for it.

She probably didn't do anything that would make most of us here think twice. But what matters is what she thinks, and she's repeated the "mowing the grass in a bikini that tempted her male neighbor" story several times. I highly suspect she got involved with a church that demands open confessions to the congregation. It's an effective technique to keep people under control (everybody knows your secrets) and an equally powerful way to make members feel constant shame because they focus on their "sins" to the point these become their entire life narrative. God may forgive you, maybe, but your fellow church members will never let it go.

Spot on observation. And she makes her family suffer for her "sins" too.

I remember years ago going to a party at the home of a member of an evangelical cult. A close relative belonged to this group. Sigh. Anyway, they played softball in the backyard. Every member had to fall on his knees before almost every hit or swing to pray for God's favor. You think baseball is a slow game? Try the extreme Christian version of it. Anyway, I remember thinking what attention whores these people were. Of course, some pitches went over the plate, and some didn't. Sometimes there was a base hit, but mostly there wasn't. The outcome of the game was ordinary, but the members got the opportunity to call attention to their holiness. I think about this incident every time I see the Duggars and their public displays of righteousness.

There were a thousand guests at the wedding. Even if each family gave a set of handmade dishtowels or package of generic diapers (it's a wedding after all), that's still hundreds of gifts. Maybe some families would even pool their resources and buy a blender. Publicizing the registry just looks life grifting for those of us with normal boundaries.

Well, if JillandDerrickDillard ever move out of the house and the 100 photos have to go, JimBob will send Bin over with a tub of spackle. No worry. Perhaps the stuffed monkey toy from the second-hand place is for little Dill Pickle. It's never too early to learn to buy used and save the difference.

ITA. Especially someone shoveling down a half gallon of ice cream while giving said "advice."

Well, we got a short look at the sleeves on those sad-looking bridesmaids' dresses. The sleeves were set in by pleating the extra fabric on the sleeve, not by easing them into the armhole. That's an easy way to inset sleeves, but working on all those dresses took a lot of time. So Jana made the ties too? Busy, busy girl. The house Jill and Derrickdillard are getting to live in is beautiful, but listening to the unbearably annoying Michelle and then looking at that magnificent staircase led my mind to a dark film trope. Awful, but think of the peace and quiet.

It might have been interesting to see the wedding on TV if the pictures hadn't gone out on social media right after the actual event. Now it's pretty much old news to any interested person with a computer and daddy's permission to use the Internet.

What is that song in the commercial? Show me . . . ? It's familiar, but I can't recognize it so it's making me crazy. "What Makes a Good Man" by The Heavy. I finally found it.

Michelle said she had to pray to have a heart for children, which I took to mean that she didn't really care for kids but needed to get her mind straight to fit her new lifestyle. Michelle wasn't raised in this cult; she chose it. Maybe she should have looked around a little more before she signed up. As for boinking JimBob at will, that will most likely be the most disgusting image I'll encounter today.

Apropos to nothing, Jessa and Jinger look like Mary-Kate and Ashley Olsen. I would back this with photo evidence, but I can't seem to get an image that I can post.

MEchelle doesn't seem to have any interest in her genetic grandchildren, so I'm not sure what would be different. Jill and Jessa do like to talk.

This was a stupid episode in a stupid season. The reworked second design didn't have to coordinate with the street design, so it was just an excuse to bring back the aufed designers and the ensuing drama. The Char, Korina, Alexander thing was an obvious setup. The returnees got to see their outfit, the one that got them eliminated, chopped up by someone who was still in the running. Salt in the wound. Then the judges didn't consider the two designs in the pair evenly; they focused on the design they liked better of the two. It looked as if the winners had been decided and then a lame activity was thought up to make it all happen.

Did he take the walk up with the big closet for all his clothes? Such an annoying man. I took joy in thinking about him trudging up flights of stairs. Also, what was that comment about how he would never be able to return to D.C. to teach there? Sounds like something went wrong. Well, expensive Sweden is now his new "hub" for all the traveling he's going to do.

Yes--and cheap! They have to buy a tractor trailer load of them to feed the 1000 guests after all.

I like your reasoning, GEML, but there's nothing better to fuel hubris than to believe you possess the "truth." I guess it doesn't hurt that they Duggars are rewarded with a TV show and legions of adoring minions.

Indeed. If they were just about any other TV family, I would just dismiss them as scripted TV nonsense. But they are the Duggars--the preachy, self-righteous family on a mission to bring the rest of us to the truth. If you set yourself to higher standards than everyone else, then you have to walk the walk. Although I feel sorry for the children, I have no problem snarking on these pompous, clueless, hypocritical money-makers.

If the original dress had darts, the top couldn't be raised. Without seeing the dresses close up, it's hard to know what was done. The only certain alteration is the addition of the sloppy white panel. However, there was a comment at the dress shop about buying an extra dress for fabric. Wherever the dresses came from, I suspect the Duggars didn't spend a lot on them. The fabric looks thin and limp and the lace has no luster. Such a mystery to ponder. I really need to get out of the house more.