She didn't dislike them. Hats in general, that is. It was just that he picked some of the most ridiculous ones. Like that Fex he and Einstein kept fighting over. The fedora on the other hand... Now that was a classy piece of head wear. When he wore it with the suit... well, that made a gal feel rather lucky.
This sombrero, though. It had to go. Preferably in a rather distructive manner. With a small sigh for the fit her husband was going to have, River pulled out the 1940 something revolver she had "borrowed" from an excon man and Time Agent. A quick moment to aim, and... it was gone.