Today Barack called and asked me to stop laughing and also to stop talking about things I know nothing about. Or maybe stop talking altogether.
I managed to fumble out a “Whhhaatt?”
So he answers like this.
Comma. La. (He says it just like that —- he kinda drags out my name) — I’ll give you a recent example. When you tried talking about AI… you said, “AI is kind of a fancy thing — first of all, it’s two letters — it means artificial intelligence.”
So sometimes, a lot of times…. (He continued)… when you open your mouth—- you just seem really, really, really dumb.
So what I say to him — brilliantly—is “Uh, ok Mr. President. Thank you.”
I don’t think he watches much TikTok. What I wanted to tell him is —- I’m a Femininomenon! I brat! I’m supposed to get wacky and say dumb things!
It’s true. I know nothing about most things and stumble around and talk in circles. But what does a President need to know anyway!?
But… I just said thank you. I don’t want to cross him — or I’m sure they will take me out of the race and replace me with, oh, I don’t know. Maybe Michelle.
I brat.