It’s not even April Fools day anymore but…
According to the news today, the ex-president’s wife is walking around sporting…(wait for it)… her very own hair! And it is trending like crazy because apparently having your own hair is very stylish and cool.
Just ask my husband. He doesn’t have his own hair anymore.
Also in the news is the fact that one of those flamboyant Kardashian faux-famous youngsters is walking around with most of her jeans missing. Not sure how she managed to keep the seams without any of the legs, but I’m guessing an angry underpaid illegal immigrant maid had something to do with it. Little rich brat probably wouldn’t pick up her $400 jeans off the floor and put them in the hamper, so Maria used slightly more bleach than necessary to make a point, and instead managed to come up with yet another ridiculous look for the starving-for-attention child. (Another dirty job only undocumented folks would be willing to take)
Also in the news is the fact that the new president’s wife now has an official portrait. Of course the portrait isn’t really the news. The news is that lots of insane people are writing hateful things about Melania and her portrait for the same reasons they praise everyone in Hollywood day after day after day. Because she’s wearing designer clothes and fancy jewelry and looks beautiful. How dare she? She’s a capitalist’s wife who went and made himself president with only half the country behind him. Apparently, you have to be a snide, self-absorbed, know-it-all liberal wrapped in a silk gown cut down to your crotch and walk on a red carpet with cameras flashing in your Botoxed face before you can be praised for wearing Dolce & Gabbana. Otherwise you’re just an evil woman flaunting her riches in the face of the poor and downtrodden. Oh wait! Didn’t Hollywood open up the Oscars for the homeless to come on in and eat at their tables? NOT!
It’s getting rather hard and frustrating to find real news about truly important things these days. Makes me think someone is trying really hard to keep us all in a bubble of ignorant Lala land. Which is actually the name of another movie that looked truly ludicrous, but I’m sure was extraordinarily special, given that it had tons of media hype.
I’m as excited as the next woman to see which celebrity will go on late night talk shows and tell us how she lost down to a size 3 toddler to realistically portray her character in a movie about a gender neutral, artistic drug addict with schizophrenic tendencies and a love of skate-boarding who suddenly becomes a superhero after jumping into a vat of toxic lead paint and body painting the walls of a local Basilica. But sometimes I’d just like to see a movie about people I can relate to. Real people. With real stories. People who wear all their clothes when they go outside and not just their underwear and a pair of UGGs and call it style.
Happy April! Got time? Hang out and say hi or leave a comment. Thanks for stopping!