Apparently, the issue of a “dress code” or “decorous clothing” seems to have gone bye-bye in, of all places, Britishland (and to be specific, in Parliament). Witness this outfit chosen by a Labour MP (of course) to deliver a speech in the House of Commons:
Needless to say, the response from the BritPublic was not complimentary, prompting this classless Trot to respond in kind:
I know, I know, dear Tracy; perhaps you weren’t any of those things — it just looked like you were all of them. Of course, you were an actress once, which pretty much explains everything.
And just so we’re all clear on the implications of this: had Boris Johnson not won the last General Election, this harridan would now be a member of the Prime Minister’s Cabinet.
The bony Ann takes issue with POTUS nailing Iran, suggesting that there are bigger fish to fry.
While I take her point — and it’s a good one — I certainly feel that we as a nation are capable of doing both. To use Insty’s expression: La Coulter (and POTUS) should embrace the healing power of “and”, i.e planting minefields along our southern border while dropping guided missiles onto sundry evil Iranians.
Somebody buy that girl a plate of pasta.
In last Sunday’s post about places I’ve seen, there was one pic which, for various reasons, didn’t make the cut:
As a long-ago Reader once commented: “The best view of Manhattan is through a bomb-sight.”
Like so many cities, the place is best viewed from a distance because a) it smells and b) Noo Yawkers. And of course there’s the political thing.
Despite all that, however, I like NYFC even though (to quote another Reader) it’s “mostly hype and hicks”. And I’m not talking about the members of the International Hayseed Set who can be found gawping at Times Square and forming long lines at the Statue; having lived there for three years, I’ve found most New Yorkers to be unbelievably parochial and yes, hicks. What else can explain a city which serves the most over-priced-yet-average food in North America, and thinks that if it doesn’t happen in NYC, it doesn’t matter?
New Wife has never been to NYFC, so at some point I may have to grit my teeth and take her there. Or not. The price (to me) may just be too high.
I don’t want to sound like one of those celebrity columnists, but I’m starting to worry a little about Brad Pitt. I mean, here’s a man who was once married, serially, to Jennifer Aniston and Angelina Jolie, and now ends up being ambush-kissed by the foul Lena Dunham?
My question: where was his bodyguard?
Apparently Rep. Frederica Willams (Communist-FL) was on her way to a speaking engagement when she discovered she’d forgotten to brush her teeth. She stopped at a Walgreens on the way, and sent her assistant into the store to get her a toothbrush.
“Can I get a toothbrush for Congresswoman Williams?” she asked the clerk breathlessly.
The clerk thought for a moment, then replied, “Sounds like a fair trade.”
OMG — I think I’m going to be arrested for that.
It would appear as though Miami Beach is no longer the “in-place” for the glitterati, because of rowdy behavior:
South Beach is losing its appeal with some buyers “because of how loud it can be, how dangerous it can be,” said Antonio del Rosario, a New York real-estate agent who also works in Miami. “Many of my clients don’t want to be there.”
Let me tell it like it is. I used to work for a South Florida-based company, spent a week a month down there for nearly four years, and South Beach was always a scummy area. So no matter how trendy the place, or how highly it was regarded by “celebrities”, I never felt safe there and couldn’t wait to leave.
I mean, Madonna supposedly owns a condo there, which should tell you all you need to know.