I finally figured out what was creepin' me out
Laura, imagine my disappointment
It can be described using a term I learned from dear Mama—common as pigs’ tracks.
Desperate Housewives
Chippendales
[and lordy knows that I am no stranger to barnyard humor—‘guac’ in the face and all] “milking” a male horse?!? double-creepy
Barbara as Don Corleone [at least it wasn’t a Sopranos reference...]
These are all creepy-low parts of our culture. I had thought gentle, kind intelligent Laura was better than that. There. I said it—‘better.’ Betchure bippie I’m a snob. So is the rest of America.
Making fun, being playful, goofing on the stereotypes—sure. She could have scored big doing that. Talking about how your husband is a fool? In front of Al “I’m good enough —just not enough to get a sponsor” Franken?!? [there weren’t actual any chimp jokes, were there?] This isn’t what I’d call bringing Values, or genteel behavior back to the White House.
That’s what people actually hate about the Hildabeest; that she’s a street brawler. Seems to me Condi is a very tough person—a strong fighter, but it’s entirely a different feel. A steel hand in a velvet glove as compared to a braying laugh and a slap on the ass.
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