I don’t normally tell people this cos it seems so cliché (Mrs. O clearly is every one’s role model), but I’m going to tell you guys, first off cos I dono…you’re reading this, and secondly my reason…actually reasons why are most likely not similar to other people’s on this band wagon.
Let me just start by saying I love everything about her except for the part where she doesn’t let her kids watch TV on school nights and you know…Scandal…sooo…I know they prolly have that cable that rewinds and does backflips but nothing beats watching the show when the show is on TV…oh wait they are in the white house…they probably watched the show while it was being filmed…well there’s reason number 1.
Who wouldn’t want a lifestyle where you are the master piece of every…every designer ever…for free!! You don’t repeat clothes, they get to make runway outfits in your size, you have your own photographer, who “always” takes the perfect shot and posts it on Instagram and you get 800,000 likes.
This should be reason number one. If your husband is the most powerful man in the world, you can “literally” do what the fuck you want!!! Hell I’d “Fast and Furious” cruise through an Afghanistan warzone in that bomb proof car they ride around in….just to prove points then tweet that shit. Dude I would have a Sephora store…in the freaking Whitehouse.
Having your own stylist, makeup artist, eyebrow shaper, shoe selector, belt chooser…sign me up!!!
Waking up every day at 11am, just to tell kids to “grow thin” and hiring Beyoncé to do the commercial, writing a book about cucumbers only for it to become a New York Times Best seller, then going to the Rose garden to pose for magazine covers.
Having enough money to hire Beyoncé to perform for your kids…your kids, at the inauguration party because #YesYouCan. And then bring her over at the next inaugural to
sing mime the national anthem because…I dono…everyone forgot the words somewhere in all the campaign drama?
Spending the weekend at fancy parties, just to smile nice and clap for my husband meanwhile being the envy of every politician’s wife ever…matter of fact, every wife ever…not to mention front row seats…in the middle of the row, to every event.
If you show up at a party, that party is the coolest party that weekend…that party is going to be on the damn news!
Being able to actually live the celebrity life without torture from the paparazzi because you literally have the right to refuse them from taking pictures of you and your kids…because national security…even Kanye doesn’t have that power.
Having your own plane…#Balling.
Making it to pages of History books simply because a man asked you to marry him and you said yes, only to become the world’s most powerful woman…once again…sign me up…I am not even joking about any of this stuff!
Happy Sunday Guys,