Hey, boys. You still want
my starbursts, don't you?
Don't you?
Just a regular ol' hockey mom who shops at consignment stores:
[A]s TV critics gathered poolside at the Beverly Hilton Hotel Tuesday for an NBC reception touting its new fall shows, they were joined by a startling, unexpected figure: onetime GOP vice presidential candidate Sarah Palin.
Palin, looking glamorous in an olive-colored dress, Hollywood-ready wrap-around designer sunglasses and high heels, had crashed the party with her husband Todd Palin, star of a reality show featuring celebrities executing military exercises, Stars Earn Stripes.
Ah, that Sarah Palin. Always such a class act, crashing parties she isn't invited to, demanding to give speeches no one wants to hear, just "plowing through" and inserting herself in front of every camera she can find.
And speaking of going where she isn't invited:
But the only question this Florida reporter had for the former governor of Alaska and Tea Party favorite, was a simple one:
Will we see you at the Republican National Convention in Tampa this August?
"We'll have an announcement in a couple of days," said Palin, as an aide insisted journalists direct questions to Todd Palin. "I don't know if we'll do anything fancy as a press conference, but we'll get the word out."
That's funny because it seems like
the decision's been made:
The Romney campaign prides itself on a slavish adherence to script, and Palin cannot be trusted to avoid the impulse to go rogue. That is why, perhaps, the Romney campaign has not asked Palin to speak at the convention nor contacted her about even attending the party’s marquee event in Tampa. Queries to the Romney camp about any possible Palin role at the convention meet with a stony silence.
So the message to Sarah Palin is that she isn't wanted at the convention, but no matter, she'll be sure to turn her decision about whether to accept or reject their invitation to not attend the conference into yet another story about Sarah Palin.
Oh, and let's back up for just a sec because what the flippin' heck is this?
... as an aide insisted journalists direct questions to Todd Palin.
For a lipsticked Mama Grizzly who thinks she personally invented modern day feminism, it's funny how often she insists that Half-Time First Dude Todd "No one wants to buy his shitty reality TV show idea" Palin should do her talking for her. After all, she was the one who claimed her "executive" experience as mayor of Alaska's meth capital made her the most qualified and experienced person to be one 72-year-old cancer-ridden heartbeat away from the most powerful job in the world. But it's Todd who answers questions for her? Like he did
the last time she was rubbing elbows with the elite celebrities of the lamestream media she so despises:
Palin attended as a guest of her BFF from Fox, Greta Van Susteren, and was asked, as were many attendees, who she thinks is the most influential journalist today. And that's where things got tricky. [...]
"Oh my goodness, that's a great question," she said, before turning to her husband Todd and asking for his input.
Well, Sarah, have no fear. If they won't let you inside the convention, there are
other great ways for you to cash in on your name before it becomes a $100 question on college Jeopardy:
Hoping to capitalize on conservative men's possibly-lingering collective crush, a Tampa Bay strip club has hired a Sarah Palin lookalike to headline during the Republican National Convention in an attempt to draw in business.
Just imagine what they'd pay for the real thing.