Gallows Humor, The Apocalypse Edition: Hair's To You, Kid
Spreading joy, like I do, here's a little snack to take on the road to perdition.
From NYMag.com's The Cut:
Hairstylist Says She Was Asked to Do Marla Maples’s and Tiffany Trump’s Inauguration Day Hair for Free
Tricia Kelly, a D.C. hairstylist who works with clients on both sides of the political aisle, told the Washington Post that she and a makeup artist were asked to provide free services for Marla Maples and Tiffany Trump on Inauguration Day in exchange for “exposure.”
But after The Washington Post contacted the PR representative, Kelly received ominous messages from her client, who had first put her in touch with Maples’ camp. “You are messing with the president of the United States,” the Maples contact wrote her, adding that Maples was worried about her financial situation with Tiffany out of college, ending child-support payments from the president-elect. “She is used to a certain lifestyle and you don’t understand that.”
Hm. I could dig deep, and feel something for the one that The Rotting Pumpkin Time Lapse threw away; I suspect her mother's fears are grounded in an upsettingly accurate understanding of her ex.
On the other hand, get real. What Tiff is, actually, is not The One Who Got Thrown Away as much as The One Who Got Away. If her mother raised her right, she'll realize she got off light (she coulda just as easily wound up The Corn Husk Filled with Nightmares and Moldy Yogurt that is her half-brother), and get herself a damn job, like a person. And if not, well, then. The acorn doesn't fall far from the tree (or the acorn doesn't fall far from the Pair of Chapped Lips Glued to a Hairball.... I forget how that saying goes).
Verdict: All Class. Plus, so much for Job Creation.
Also, EXPOSURE? Eat a bag of dicks, the pair of you.