The best revenge is looking good

Silda Wall Spitzer comes out swinging in a hot red dress and looking amazingly refreshed for someone who is 50 years old. She took a new position as a marketing director for a Manhattan hedge fund and made her first most public debut since her husband's publicly aired dirty laundry of sleeping with a prostitute. Ashley Dupre's been in the press a lot recently, so Silda probably thought the best revenge is looking good.

Apparently marketing execs and directors of hedge funds are hired for their looks. Now I don't know what peels or injections they've given her but she looks friggin smoking!

Also I'm not sure that the below description fits my friends who do PR for hedge funds - they are perfectly intelligent women of their own right.

“You meet these bimbos and they say, ‘Oh, I work at a hedge fund,’ and you think, What?!?” says one head of an investment bank who pals around with high net worth investors. “And then you realize, Oh, this is, like, the PR girl. And it’s a wildly successful strategy. The influential rich people who put money into these things like to be titillated by pretty girls.”

This reminds me of the pharm reps that get hired from college cheerleading associations to be bait for doctors, who tend to be mostly male. These (mostly women) use charm and other devices like freebies or chum branded with the prescription drugs' names to entice doctors to write more prescriptions for their Rx of choice.

But let's get back to the main point - damn, revenge never looked so H-O-T!

White Liberal Guilt Overflows

Now that all the historic hope and change is incoming, I think it's okay to start making fun of it a bit - or at least the famous white liberals' responses to our mixed race President.

New York Mag, a magazine for younger white liberals, has a run down of things middle-aged white people at upper class white liberal periodicals did.

Then Leon Wieseltier revealed in the New Republic that the day after the election, he threw over his usual ponderous, academic, white-people hobbies in favor of doing spirited black-people things:

I woke up the next morning still under the spell of solidarity and love. I decided to make the spell last. I gave away my tickets to a performance of some late Shostakovich quartets, because for once I was not interested in the despair. Instead I spent the day listening to the Ebonys and the Chi-Lites and the Isley Brothers. For lunch I went to Georgia Brown's for fried green tomatoes.

I'm sure that you don't know anyone who tried to be black the night of or the day after all in the name of love and solidarity. Besides, as Maureen Dowd's mailman could tell you, "He's not yours. He's ours!"

Maureen Dowd was so excited when she observed blacks and whites "intermingling" in Washington, D.C., in the wake of the election that she decided to try it, too:

I heard my cute black mailman talking in an excited voice outside my house Friday, so I decided I should go ask him how he was feeling about everything, the absolute amazement of the first black president.

“Are you talking about the election?” I said brightly. “How do you feel?”
He shot me a look of bemused disdain as he walked away. I suddenly realized, with embarrassment, that he was on his Bluetooth, deep in a personal conversation that had nothing to do with Barack Obama.

Yup, the first Asian American Tiger Woods POTUS.

Rahm Emmanuel is hot?!?

I have a friend who thinks Rahm Emmanuel is hot.

Yeah, this man. I don't quite get her train of thought -- I understand thinking that intellect and power is hot, but I asked her to distinguish quite clearly between the two. And she still thinks he's physically hot.

So there you have it -- the hotness of the incoming White House Chief of Staff, as confirmed by 1 random woman in DC (ok, 2 - I have another friend who thinks this and points out his ballerina trained physique. I'm just ashamed to admit that I know 2 people who think this.)

What's it with Asian women and Rahmbo?

Hardcore Pikachu

Too friggin cute! And with that, I'm back!

Sorry for the delay in posting. Life's been busy and whatnot.
*Little violin plays*

Like you care, right? Now back to the regular programming, a steady diet of Colbert, cuteness, and commentary.

PS: Oh and you might be interested in the return of Mark Foley: "

And while he concedes his behavior was "extraordinarily stupid," he remains somewhat unwilling to accept full public scorn.

These were 17-year-olds, just months from being men, he insists."

Ick and yuck.