Like most Americans, I was quite disturbed to discover that a couple allegedly crashed the White House State Dinner and that they met our president and vice president.
In these times of war at home and abroad, security is clearly a must.
However, I suspect that something sinister lies at the root of the public lynching of social secretary Desiree Rogers.
The Politics of Pretty
Social Secretary Desiree Rogers hit D.C.'s high society with the ferocity of a Chi-Town winter; bold, unrelenting and unapologetic in her fashion sense and in her swagger.
Granted, those who knew of Ms. Rogers while she was in Chicago were puzzled at the thought of her acting in the capacity of Social Secretary, that is, being the assistant. She's known for having assistants, and drivers, and cart blanche for everything golden in Chicago.
She's a socialite; that is what the Ladies Who Lunch are known for.
And Desiree's clout and eye-candy status is a problem in Washington, especially among the good-ole' boys network.
The problem with Desiree is that she refuses to be pigeon-holed or trained and she's not the type of woman that can be easily crafted into a punchline. Starched, lifeless hair and basic black-and-pearls is not her style, and never will be.
The problem with Desiree is her flair. Flair, apparently, is a faux pas in some political circles.
At the root of the scapegoating of Desiree is that she breaks society's rules; Desiree isn't pretty or smart. She's pretty and smart. She's also modelesque. And well-connected. And wealthy. Desiree is the consummate 'hostess with the most-ess' and this is exactly why those who cannot understand her swagger are demanding that she bows down.
The lynch-mob's problem with Desiree is that she doesn't stay in her place. The lynch-mob does not understand that a woman's place is wherever she wants it to be.
And that's their problem.