Well, it's that time of year again. Time for large numbers of largely vapid people engaging in mass self-congratulation. "You were so wonderful! Who are you wearing?" -- as if an actual designer was hung somewhere about the interviewee, peering around to get a glimpse of the admiring glances. Mind, they're asking these mindless people about clothes the average person could never afford, and which they haven't had to actually purchase. Meanwhile, they're draped in enough bling to send your entire neighborhood's children to college for four years -- which, unlike the clothing, usually has to be returned. Of course, you're being asked to watch this orgy of self-aggrandizement as you hunt through the couch for enough loose change to fill your gas tank again. The only time any of them come up for air is at the actual podium -- when they want to tell you how woke they are and how you should vote -- because, obviously, they have everything in common with the common folk.
I think I'll just say no, and prop up my $10K slippers on the barcalounger and try to decide between the Rolls and the Bentley for my next vacay.....
Let's go, Brandon.
