I was struck by this line in the Washington Examiner story:'"It's not over': Sarah Palin says she is fighting to repair her marriage ":
"Former Alaska Gov. Sarah Palin said she learned her husband, Todd, wanted a divorce in an email from his lawyer and that the two are seeking counseling." (www.washingtonexaminer.com/news/its-not-over-sarah-palin-says-she-is-fighting-to-repair-her-marriage)
My first thought was, "What a gutless jerk!" What, he wasn't man enough to tell her face to face? (I stare in fascination that I even write "man enough".) My second and subsequent thoughts were still "What a gutless jerk."
There are many reasons to avoid Sarah Palin, so I can't blame her husband, former First Dude of Alaska, for wanting to get away/come to his senses, but her husband didn't have the simple courtesy to do it himself.
What am I missing? Was this executive type behavior: delegating authority so he could attend to the important business at hand like, driving a snowmobile , playing cards with the gang, or shooting wolves? Or, wait!! Maybe it hurt more to hear from his lawyer rather than him directly?. Yeah, sorry, Todd is too busy binging on Queer Eye reruns.
We'll have to wait for the divorce.
Tuesday, November 12, 2019
Sunday, November 10, 2019
Barneys New York is Closing
Here's the NY times article describing the sale of the brand name: Barneys is Being Sold for Parts (www.nytimes.com/2019/11/01/business/media/barneys-bankruptcy-authentic-brands.html).
Over the years, when I would hear the name or see an ad for Barneys I would remark, "The only reason I'd go to Barneys is to pass a bad check."
Many years ago I went to Barneys to buy a suit. I was young (and stupid -and as Mark Twain remarked, I repeat myself) and wore sneakers. Anyone interested in selling would have pointed out that one should wear the same foot ware when trying on a suit as one would wear with the suit so the suit could be properly fitted. A good salesman might take a chance on suggesting that I should buy shoes and then the suit. I didn't emit a master-of-the-universe vibe, but maybe I was a rock band's tour manager looking to go legit with cash to burn. If Barneys had loaner shoes, but those weren't offered.
I felt that they actually sneered at my ignorance. Fine enough. I've suffered worse insults with a shrug. What really made me mad was the way the salesmen treated the Japanese customers.
The Japanese economy at the time seemed poised to dominate the world. The salesmen, most out of hearing of their Japanese customers, but well within mine, made insulting remarks about them. While I can no longer quote what was said, the image of one salesman playing with a very young child as the mother stood near by has stayed with me all these years.
I presume the mother knew no English or had a will of steel because she didn't show any response as the salesman's smile as he played with the kid contrasted with his insults.
When the store was renovated to great acclaim I considered a visit, but never got around to it. With the announcement that it was closing the Internet satisfied my curiosity. An open sculpted look by the look of things, but not worth a personal look.
May Barney Pressman rest in piece. The arrogant poseurs who worked there can rot in hell. The rest will stand out from the rests of the unemployed with their bespoke suits.
Over the years, when I would hear the name or see an ad for Barneys I would remark, "The only reason I'd go to Barneys is to pass a bad check."
Many years ago I went to Barneys to buy a suit. I was young (and stupid -and as Mark Twain remarked, I repeat myself) and wore sneakers. Anyone interested in selling would have pointed out that one should wear the same foot ware when trying on a suit as one would wear with the suit so the suit could be properly fitted. A good salesman might take a chance on suggesting that I should buy shoes and then the suit. I didn't emit a master-of-the-universe vibe, but maybe I was a rock band's tour manager looking to go legit with cash to burn. If Barneys had loaner shoes, but those weren't offered.
I felt that they actually sneered at my ignorance. Fine enough. I've suffered worse insults with a shrug. What really made me mad was the way the salesmen treated the Japanese customers.
The Japanese economy at the time seemed poised to dominate the world. The salesmen, most out of hearing of their Japanese customers, but well within mine, made insulting remarks about them. While I can no longer quote what was said, the image of one salesman playing with a very young child as the mother stood near by has stayed with me all these years.
I presume the mother knew no English or had a will of steel because she didn't show any response as the salesman's smile as he played with the kid contrasted with his insults.
When the store was renovated to great acclaim I considered a visit, but never got around to it. With the announcement that it was closing the Internet satisfied my curiosity. An open sculpted look by the look of things, but not worth a personal look.
May Barney Pressman rest in piece. The arrogant poseurs who worked there can rot in hell. The rest will stand out from the rests of the unemployed with their bespoke suits.
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