This is Gina. In case you didn’t know, Desiree Rogers has left the building, the one at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue that is. Though some of you expressed frustration with Roger’s appearance in photos with the First Lady, she didn’t really ever bother me. I didn’t really ever give Desiree more than a passing thought. She wasn’t the First Lady so I figured “who cares?” In fact what bothered me the most was the ganging up on her in the end to make her smaller than what she is. Desiree is Desiree. Folks knew who she was when she was chosen for her position.
I still marvel at the fact that Desiree Rogers is gone *achoo* and Timothy Geithner has managed to hold on to his job *achoo*
I also bristle at this blood thirsty desire to see you “put in your place” by the likes of the Washington Post’s Sally Quinn, who doesn’t even have the social intelligence not to schedule her child’s wedding on the same day as her husband’s granddaughter’s wedding and then lacks the self awareness not to realize that nobody wants to read about her social faux pas in the pages of the Washington Post.
And don’t get me started on the hatchet job April Ryan and Robin Givahn did on you.
I can’t imaging WHY Robin and April tried to kick a sister when she was down. I can’t imagine AT ALL. COMPLETELY CLUELESS.
Maybe you are a mean spirited harpy as some have tried to argue to me – who cares? You rocked out the 12 months you were in the White House. I’ll miss the fabulosity. Black women need more fabulosity and you brought the FAB! Sure maybe you could have been out of the camera shot a bit more, but then again, if you had been we’d have nothing to remember you by.
PPS. I don’t know what kind of New Orleans brew you are concocting at the house, but you need to bottle it and sell it because I can only DREAM of looking that fab when I am 50 years old. Black don’t crack!
