If I chose a woman and my mother imposed such a condition, I would marry her without my mother’s permission. Not because I endorse nose rings and lashes or love my wife more than my mother, but because I don’t need her permission to marry a woman I’ve chosen. Knowing this from marrying my late father, she wouldn’t be petty; she’d discuss with me why I chose someone more concerned with appearance than substance, like working out and maintaining a healthy BMI.