Big but unsurprising news news this week about HRC putting the squeeze on GQ and withholding access to BJ Clinton unless an unflattering article about infighting among her campaign team gets squashed. Well, who needed a magazine article to know that there's infighting? Just look at the evidence:
The Hillary we got then:
The Hillary we get now:
The top photo was from only a few weeks ago when we were treated to Happy "Pleased Ta Meetcha" Hillary. The package was bright plumage, oversized bead and earring sets and not just boob crack, but a peep at the actual boob itself. The lower picture is from last night's debate where we see that the image now is Battle Weary "I Need Some Healthcare Myself" Hillary. See how she's gesturing for just a leetle pep pill? Just this one time?
Obviously, the the Chunky Jewelery vote has already been secured and the target is now the Monet and Trifari crowd. Either that or there's a huge battle taking place between her stylists. Yes, they agree on the hip-covering jackets and the plain black pants, but what is going on in the upper sector? An unflattering color, dull jewelry so small as to be almost invisible, tweeeed fabric that blends into the background and Heaven help us, but is that a mullet?
It's a sad thing - here I had my hopes up for a brilliant political season filled with girly flair. I hope last evening was an isolated incident and that we will soon see the flinging off of the camisole insert and the return of those alluring baubles and bangles.