Congratulations, Ann Romney! You finally, for the first time in your life, according to you, have a real job. How exciting!
We know you've unofficially been Mitt's chief adviser on lady things for months now, talking to the lady voters so he doesn't have to:
My wife has the occasion, as you know, to campaign on her own and also with me, and she reports to me regularly that the issue women care about most is the economy.And you've tried your best to report back about what ladies care about and how Mitt should answer questions about the lady voters:
I wish Ann were here, my wife were here, for a lot of reasons, I wish she were here. But I wish she were here to answer that question in particular. She says that she’s going across the country and talking with women, and what they’re talking about is the debt that we’re leaving the next generation and the failure of this economy to put people back to work.But, not acting in any official capacity—other than the official skirt behind which Mitt will be hiding when he doesn't have any good responses to criticism—has sometimes left you out of the loop. Like when you said the campaign was considering a lady vice presidential running mate, even though the campaign had already made perfectly clear it was only interested in an "incredibly boring white guy," and definitely no incredibly boring white ladies, because Sarah Palin had already "poisoned the well."
Just think—now you'll get all the memos, Ann! Maybe, as official chief adviser on lady things, you'll even be able to help Mitt do something about that big, fat gender gap that just won't go away.
But, Ann, don't put too much pressure on yourself. It's your first job, after all, and an entry-level one at that. And as much as Mitt does enjoy firing people, your job is probably safe. Probably.