It’s June, the month famous for fireflies, NHL and NBA finals, and brides. When it comes to the newsstand, though, the brides’ mags rule. Let The Post “unveil” the best of them.

New York Weddings offers the most lively and entertaining read, along with practical advice on how to pick everything from a venue, hairstyle and gown to an officiant. A Confessions column includes a reader who was married in the Ikea store where she met her husband, while another column offers helpful hints on how to dance at the reception. “Warm up your ankles, rolling them in a circle a few times,” an expert warns. Among the most affordable venues in the city, according to a venue finder, is Grand Oaks on Staten Island, where a 100-person wedding will set you back just $16,000.

Brides looking for a manual on wedding planning will find it on the pages of the summer edition of The Knot, which includes a 90-page spread on 330 gowns, costing from $600 to $5,000 and up, along with 426 bridesmaids gowns. The Knot tries to offer something for every type of bride, including those who are not a size 2, and it promises an upcoming issue focused on the LGBT crowd. Brides who are still searching for the perfect everything after reading this tome would probably have been a good candidate for “Bridezillas.”

The June/July issue of Brides should stick to wedding and fashion advice. An article on relationships by author Alison A. Armstrong offers cringe-worthy zingers like, “To make him feel prioritized in the relationship, you have to figure out what he needs from you and provide it.” It’s hard to know just what to say about that, but let’s settle for: Armstrong should have offered her services to the “Mad Men” writers, she’s so behind the times. Brides planning a beach wedding will want to check out the fashion advice in a 10-page spread on sandy weddings, but the hyped feature on the 20 most romantic honeymoon resorts disappoints in its cryptic descriptions.

Attractive photos is mostly what Destination has to offer. But anyone planning an expensive honeymoon to Europe or the Caribbean would find far better advice on TripAdvisor. The short profiles on destination resorts or cities read more like advertisements, including this line about a Seattle hotel: “The Edgewater intends to surpass all the expectations you have for your destination wedding.” You’d expect a little more from a magazine with such a snappy title, but, well, that’s our bread and butter. Trust us, this title earns its one-star rating.

The New Yorker’s summer fiction issue has an excerpt from Jonathan Franzen’s upcoming novel. It was way too long for us to tackle in time for deadline, but we will say we were concerned by the title, “The Republic of Bad Taste.” Is this another priggish attack by Franzen on Oprah’s Book Club? No, apparently it’s an attack on the taste levels of East Germany in the ’80s. This strikes us as equally questionable given, for example, the eyesore architecture that survives in West Berlin from that era. Elsewhere, Zadie Smith provides a still more questionable short story in which Michael Jackson, Elizabeth Taylor and Marlon Brando flee New York City on 9/11. We suppose this will be billed as a daring effort to spin the still-smoldering tragedy into a cute “Shouts & Murmurs” column. Whatever. The only thing that offends us here is that, like so many “Shouts & Murmurs” columns, this story just ain’t all that funny.

We admit it: We find it difficult to look at New York’s cover with the cow’s head sculpted out of raw beef. Inside, it gets worse, with a full-page photo of a lovely female Black Angus, her long eyelashes fluttering at the camera, with the caption: “This cow will be served on a bun on June 8.” It also informs us that the cow was “shot in the head with a retractable bolt gun” on May 21, the morning after the picture was taken. After this, we find ourselves queasy and philosophical as we examine the photos of more than 40 mouth-watering burgers from all over the city. Interestingly, we find the editors using a similar scare tactic elsewhere this week. “Jeb Bush is more ruthless than he looks, more conservative than moderates like to believe,” says the big print ahead of a profile. But unlike with the burgers, there’s no substantial meal in the article to support this claim.

Time declares on its cover that “the era of capital punishment is ending,” citing a handful of state legislators and governors and judges who are speaking out against it. As with so many of these bold declarations about the direction of American society, we’ll believe it when we see it. The death penalty has always been a political matter — less about deep constitutional debates by great judicial minds than about “tough on crime” TV campaigns by hopeful state attorneys general. Yes, the red tape and cost of capital punishment is gaining momentum as a political issue. But the plight of victims and their families will continue to pull at voters’ heartstrings too, and understandably so. This is not a simple issue.