Saris

Something about the Bengali wedding season prompts any Bengali woman to take out these devastatingly complicated, beautiful and ridiculously expensive cloths out of the closet. Any normal person would look at the hours needed to put on the cloth properly, along with the ever-present blouse and skirt, and the effort needed to maintain the correct posture throughout an evening, as too much work for too little reward. Not brown women.
To these slightly demented ladies, the process of wearing a sari is part of its charm. From personal experience, at least, I can claim that this true. You begin the process feeling slightly irate. However, as the silky, soft texture of the sari wraps around your body, you feel more and more...well...elegant and grown-up. Perhaps by wearing the sari, the emblem of maturity, we pretend to be more mature in our actual lives.
As with much in the brown culture, the sari has become more and more scandalous by the year. For proof, just look at those sheer ones. Or the ones sans blouse. I shudder to think of the sari sans skirt. They have become increasingly more patterned with grotesque designs, sequins and oh-so-dull gold and patterns. And I can't even discuss the atrocious gold jewelry.

Thus, if you are that brown girl with that special brown guy whose family you just have to impress, I would suggest wearing a traditional sari in a refreshing, pale color with a decent blouse. Like this maybe: