I can't picture homosexual, practicing Mennonites. I'll own it: We Catholics can be flashy. As much as they hated Pope Benedict, you know all the queers were watching all that pageantry. Seeing all that red brings to mind where they must've come up with the word, "flaming." (NO! I am NOT insinuating anything! A lot of gays simply love pageantry; and Rome has a lot of ancient pageantry.)
And there's only one thing in the Protestant world to match the pageantry of a new pope: A royal wedding. (I imagine there may have been some disappointment at the wedding of Charles and Camilla, were it not for all those "OutRRRRRageous" hats.)
But Mennonites? MENNONITES?
Plain greys, drab blues, and here and there a lively soft blue. Period. The Mennonite women I have encountered were frequently breath-taking, but not in the "Vogue" sort of way: No Paris Hiltons (YEECCCHHH!) here! Strictly milk-fed, hearty beauties. Ironically, all those drab clothes seem to make their naturally ruddy cheeks, and sparkling eyes and healthy hair all the more stunning. If such women can't be appreciated, then it IS genetic. (hhok.)
There are plainclothes Mennonite and then there are the more worldly Mennonites. Professional class who buy black SAABS.