I have to thank my buddy Bob for prompting this satirical jab…
Chalk one up for the matriarchy. As women demand, get and ever fight for their rights as equals in the evolution of our human race, now we can count a stalwart group of five ladies who identify as ladies taking the Jeff Bezos celebrity atmosphere bungie jump, Blue Origin. Who couldn’t be prouder, either females or brow-beaten men, to applaud such bravery from a group of celebrities who, just by their very presence, make us feel better about what we can achieve?
Valentina Tereshkova, who?
It does give one hope, to watch our social media feeds explode, to hear Katy Perry sing in the sky, to watch the ceremonial bell be rung, to enjoy yet another stab at the sky from the Amazon inventor’s metaphoric penis making its mark yet again, simply because he has the biggest rocket around. Yes, he gave us Amazon, wasn’t that enough economic upheaval for one man to proudly leave as his legacy? No, the guy gives all sky-high hopes for a better future seen through a ten-minute rocket ride only celebrities can afford.
How great is he?
I, for one, couldn’t be happier living vicariously through our entertainers. It makes it so much easier not worrying about my slug-of-a-life, knowing someone else has achieved what I never will, no longer having to be burdened with the worry to try. I can enjoy the paradigm they set for physical beauty. I can be led by their political pronouncements. I can tremble in fear if they might leave the country like a good citizen should.
On this flight I also could track the news of Katy Perry’s new concert tour, alerted as I was of it through this stunt (sorry I had my attention set on the Doobie Brother’s tour this summer and trying to find a way to sell an organ or two to afford tickets to see them),
Thanks to Katy Perry, Gayle King, Lauren Sánchez, Jeff Bezos’ fiancée Aisha Bowe, Amanda Nguyen, and Kerianne Flynn, for giving us hope…and a thick Twitter feed for the day. It is such a rush being human.
