Well, it was the cusp of Super Tuesday and so after a sweat session at the gym last night, we did what any red-blooded American journo fresh from the trail would do … bought a killer pint of Haagen Dazs Mayan chocolate ice cream and hunkered down in the office to read the prognosticating. It's like rolling a bunch of big political dice across a game board that is our nation — the Wonk Super Bowl.
But back to the grub. Allow us to say this snack is essentially Satan in a carton. And it did take the edge off as we cruise into the massive primary crush and eagerly await the results. Oh boy … we can hardly stand it. Plus, the writer's strike looks like it might end, which can only mean on thing: WE'LL HAVE AN OSCARS SHOW AFTER ALL.
Oh, the agony, the redemption, the stylists and designers salivate at this forecast. Plus, in addition to all of this political hype, it's fashion week in New York — so much fabulosity we are ready to explode!
In other news: Hey, Bob Dole cares. Enough to come out swinging on Rush Limbaugh, who, in case you haven't heard, isn't a huge fan of John McCain. The problem for Rush, like other staunch conservatives, is there isn't another candidate that works in the big picture so it's looking like McCain or bust. That's not a dis to Mittens, it's just we think there are an increasing number of folks who wonder if he can go the distance against the Democrats — either B or H.
We think those most recent Hillary tears are the result of a. exhaustion and b. fear that her life's ambition is slipping away. We don't think they are fake at all, as some suggest. We'll be watching her numbers and looking at where her support is coming from, which is key.
Today we had a enjoyable moment assessing where Hollywood is going in terms of candidates. DeNiro for Obama, Jack Nicholson for Sen. Clinton. Interesting to see who picks whom — and also who has been silent. Maybe they are waiting to see where things fall after Tuesday. Probably a lot of key players are.
PS: Political/shopping confessional. Whilst in Florida, in between campaign stops, we managed to pull over our Hubris N' Handbags tour bus long enough to peruse the women's shoe salon at Nordstrom where we were unable to resist the Stuart Weitzman jelly sandals in silver. They also come in gold, just in case you need a little summer for your winter soul.
— Andrea Billups, The Washington Times
