Good afternoon, Tuesday. I have not much time to talk to anyone let alone write a word other than the words I am due to write for a project. But I had to take a breather for a bit and note two things about what everyone's talking about, the crazy cuckoo weirdo acid trip of an election we're about to have. It's like taking peyote on a spaceship wrapped in itching powder. I can't.
But here's what- I have two funny things to impart amidst all of the hallucinogens.
One- I happened to walk into Lord and Taylor the other day (I have no business in that store, I know- it's off brand) and happened to find myself in the shoe department, as one does. Needless to say, I was merely browsing and not finding anything interesting, but I did notice a fairly large array of Ivanka Trump shoes. And I'll tell you- not a single woman would go near them. It's as if the shoes had the worst case of crabs. Nobody wanted to go near them. I asked the older saleswoman if she noticed a decline in sales of Trump shoes since all this craziness started, and she said "absolutely, nobody but nobody wants to buy these shoes at this point". And why would they? I'm not sure if the Donald is going to be our next (gulp) President, but in New York City, women ain't buying his daughter's dumb shoes. We do what we can, right ladies? I guess he had no idea he'd destroy his daughter's brand as he goes all gestapo through the states. But according to my trusted source at Lord and Taylor, us New York girls are not having it.
Two- I have to comment on Obama's recent swagger game. I mean the man is on fire. In a good way. He's become the honey badger of presidents, and can you blame him? Cases in point:
How can you not love his recent rap with the creator of Hamilton? The hip hop hug at the end was a nice touch. Love. Game is strong.
Obsessed with this talk on C Span. The man is a stitch. I will miss his impeccable comedic timing. And his well bred humanity.
Then there's Michelle. And that Jason Wu dress. And that sexy hair. Vavavoom and fuck you all. I love it. How 'bout Obama's face? So good. Game face.
Obama gives not a single fuck at this point, and I'm wayyyy cool with that. What I'm not cool with? The fact that he can't stay. I mean, I'd beg if I could. If you could count the amount of BS he had to deal with while resetting this whole country, well, ya can't. So there you have it- my pervasive election coverage. Ha. I cherry pick for you what's important. You're welcome. You know you've had enough of those other people. Cheers to our President. He's still in the White House. And he's a badass. I hope he moves to New York. Sure these are more than serious times, but I needed a minute. Cause that's what's up this yes we can, he just did kind of Tuesday in the 212. Yours, in keeping hope alive. XO