Well, I Guess Kellyanne Conway Never Did Attend Charm And Beauty School
Sitting on the floor when you had guests was at the time a gesture signifying simplicity, informality, liberal politics, hospitality, and a Parisian way of life. The passion with which Marie-Claude sat on all floors was such that Franz began to worry she would take to sitting on the floor of the shop where she bought her cigarettes.
~ Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
What the ever loving fuck.
No, seriously, what the fuck is this. Is she giving birth? Passing a kidney stone? On the couch in the Oval Office? In front of black intelligentsia?
Now, granted, some people think the whole controversy surrounding Kellyanne Conway doing … THAT … is “dumb”. Here is a guy (who wrote 84,000 stories about Hillary Clinton’s e-mails in the run-up to the election), lamenting that the whole non-controversy consists of people motivated by a “blind hatred” of Kellyanne Conway, picking on the poor woman like so many vultures.
Is this controversy “dumb”? Only in the sense that it’s pretty insignificant compared to everything Kellyanne Conway has done to promote her horrible boss and destroy the country. But it does reflect on her, even if it’s dwarfed by her lying, obfuscation and bigotry. It struck me as somewhat ironic that, a day after that picture hit the interwebz, Der Spiegel published a story about Alex Jones of Infowars, which includes a vignette about Jones eating barbecue in his conference room, shirtless (fair warning: the story is accompanied by a picture you can’t unsee). Choice quote:
Platters of BBQ – chicken, beef and sausages – are set out on a table in the conference room. “Good barbecue,” says Jones. “You tasted it already?”
He piles up food onto a plastic plate, and then he suddenly takes off his shirt without explanation. With his bare torso, he sits there and shovels meat into his mouth, a caricature of manliness, but also a show of power to the reporter sitting in front of him. He can do as he pleases.
Then Jones gets up and holds out a sausage. “Wanna suck?” he asks.
The controversy over Kellyanne Conway crouching on the couch may be “dumb”, but it, plus the Jones thing, makes you think: Trump’s goons really are animals, aren’t they? What KC is doing may not be a big deal on the grand scheme of things, but it’s not like she’s inadvertently transgressed some obscure and arcane rule of courtly etiquette. This is basic civility: you are in a public place; keep your shoes on and your hooves off the furniture. This is the Oval Office ferchrissakes. If you sat like that on a New Jersey Transit train to Camden, you’d get a ticket, because even NJT has higher standards of decorum than Trump’s Oval Office.
But she’s trying to take a picture, whines Chris Cillizza of WaPo, and it’s really haaard.
Anyone who has ever tried to take a big group picture can sympathize.
I don’t sympathize, because unlike the White House, your hostess doesn’t have a professional full-time photographer on retainer, whose presence obviates the need to take off one’s footwear and climb on furniture. Also, convenience isn’t everything. Were it otherwise, I could come to the courthouse in the summer wearing nothing but a two-piece.
What Conway and Jones epitomize is the whole Trumpian culture of ostentatious, in-your-face, pig-in-the-parlor, zero-fucks-given vulgarity. It’s like these people were raised in a barn, then shipped off to some douchebag seminar where they were told that being gross is a “power move”. Probably the same seminar where Trump learned that moronic handshake, where he yanks on the person’s wrist, causing them to lose their balance and thus establishing dominance or whatever.
Then again, maybe this is just another embarrassingly awkward attempt by a far-right conservative to seem hip, laid-back and approachable.
Maybe it’s both.
These people occupying the White House is an ongoing act of vandalism, and they are horrible, the end.