It's not what you know but who you know so I've been told. Call me silly but Kammy Harris's stepdaughter seems to have falling onto the gravy train. If you hadn't heard she was signed to a Vogue modeling contract. And get this. It happened within a week of Kammy being appointed vice-president.
I was always pretty particular about the girls I dated; looks, personality, and looks were of the highest order.
Call me a sexist but I don't care. This girl is so homely she'd have to sneak up on a water fountain to get a drink.
She looks like a rejected character design from The Simpsons.
She looks like Beetlejuice's Personal Assistant "Shelley."
She looks like all The Cure albums came to life, merged into one single anti-being, and then caught a UTI and declared a major in Recreational Lesbianism at Vassar.
The only thing this pathetic wallflower could model are Diva Cups, but here she is in Vogue.
Tell me who has the Privilege again, Kamala? Would you say she advanced on her natural gifts?
Or on her skin color? Weird, none of my unattractive relatives are in Vogue this month.
Would you say that her privilege comes from being a connected member of the Ruling Class? The same Ruling Class that promoted you for diversity reasons?
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