I'll stand up again
It’s been a while, but it’s time to yet again prove what a boring git I am.
Okay, let’s just cut to it! They soften the jaw, slim the nose, lower the hairline, shave the Adam’s apple, and then there are the implants: cheeks, breasts, ass. I’ll spare you the more graphic details, but just to put a rumor to rest, they don’t save it in a jar.
Claire Meade, Daniel Meade’s mother. I win!
Wilhelmina’s Dramatic Exit. I half expected more of a Diva Tantrum, actually.
I admit it without shame:
I, too, long for the days when I can eat caviar with my fingers directly from the tin.
I can’t just come back; I made a dramatic exit.
An inventive way of working through family issues.
“You know, you’re a mother, why don’t you try looking like it?”
“Yeah? You’re a woman, why don’t you try looking like that?”
“What show is this?”
“It’s called ‘Wilhelmina Got Screwed.’”
I seriously want Wilhelmina’s apartment. And her boyfriends. But a lot more in the refrigerator than caviar and capers.
What? I don’t have to be a size 2 anymore.