C,
What can I say – I’m so proud. The sycophancy she gets from her mother, along with her ‘active imagination’ and desperate desire to follow the crowd. Fortunately, I am also blessed with a daughter who’s the exact opposite, so I always have someone to turn to for those times when you really need to hear how ridiculous you look in your Juicy sweats ( ‘Mom, that is SO fin-de-Millennium’). Speaking of which, where was Condoleeza Rice’s daughter when she decided to venture out among all those Euro-wimps wearing knee-high Fuck-me boots? Forget National Security Adviser, the woman needs a Personal Wardrobe Adviser (PWA) who’s not too scared to speak Truth to Power when it comes to accessorizing for success. Coming from Washington (capital of the desperately want to be taken seriously set), you’d think she’d know better than to dress like Paris Hilton meets Soviet submarine captain. I suggest the woman goes out and hires Saddam Hussein’s PWA pronto. Whoever it was had him out of Prison Orange and into a relaxed open-necked shirt so fast they deserve at least a couple of billion from the oil-for-food Program. It can’t be easy making an aging, pot-bellied war criminal look hot.
Faithfully,
P.
