The Old White Guys Are Terrified
I’m trying to metabolize a stupid mistake I made the other day.
Full disclosure: I had Thanksgiving dinner at the ranch pictured above, and while my husband’s family is too polite to ever talk politics in front of me, their token Yankee, I can say that I was an English major in the days of hermeneutics, so I’m no slouch at reading between lines.
I should also say that vegetarian options are always specially prepared for me, which I deeply appreciate. At least five varieties of meat were served, so we know those veggie options aren’t everyday fare. My in-laws are very good people, which tends to confuse me; I confuse easily.
But I digress.
I subscribe to the Wall Street Journal online because I am hopelessly drawn to the Elizabeth Holmes — Theranos drama. There’s something about corporate true crime that fascinates me, and doesn’t make me go to bed at night afraid that a serial killer will break in and do his thing to me.
I also sort of like to keep tabs on what the rich WASPy people are up to. It’s also kind of fun, in a head-banging sort of way, to read their complaints about Biden’s ruthless tax hunger and his destruction of the American economy on the same page they advertise 70 million dollar properties for sale.