Possible Impossibilities

"The glamorous ... ooh the glamorous, glamorous.

The glamorous. Ooh, the flossy, flossy."

~Fergie

Never did I think the day would come when I was shamelessly quoting Fergie. Lol. I couldn't stand it when the Black Eyed Peas took her on in all of her inbred trucker's daughter/former Methie glory to serve as the dancing poster child for a crossover Grammy. But alas, just the same, I can't sincerely knock the hustle, since the powers that work the BEP apparently operate under Jigga's creed: "I'm not a business man, I'm a business man."

Today was full of all sorts of possible impossibilities. We have a black man running for president who was just endorsed by a black woman who is essentially is the sitting president. No, not Condi Rice. Oprah! And they tell me we haven't made it. Flavor of Love 2, Charm School, Whitney, Bobby and Mike Tyson notwithstanding, on days like today, I beam with pride that there is some sliver of hope for the race.

*Clasping my arms singing* We shall overcome, one day ay ay ay ay."

I do fret for Barack though. Love that brotha. Admire his hutzpah. But I do hope some enterprising never-been-to-a-dentist yahoo doesn't make Michelle a nouveau Coretta with this race. Beyond being the wife to the first black president, it would be fabulous to see her get to interior decorate the White House. First item of business: A velvet poster of MLK in the living room and some plastic covered couches for when the relatives from Chicago come to town. As for the rest, top shelf all the way. I'm thinking clean lines, neutral colors. Maybe some prints from Kenya. The possibilities are endless.

"The glamorous... ooh the flossy, flossy"