As the 53-year-old fashion critic for The Washington Post gushed feverishly about her hero, MO, she refused to mention the woman’s thunder thighs, round head, goofy grin, clumsy demeanor or angry eyebrows. She ignored how ugly the yellow trash bag looked, draped around the former first lady’s quarterback-sized shoulders, or how her $4000 boots were designed for much slimmer, younger women. They reminded me of Disney’s hippos in tutus, though I doubt those cute Fantasia creatures ever had a searing hatred for white people.
It is clear Robin Givhan’s dream is to replace tall, sexy blonde models with overweight, angry, black ones. What does she think of beautiful white women?