This was on the newsstand when I went to the grocery yesterday. I wanted to run away screaming. Buy up all the copies and recycle them. Spray paint them. Cry. It looked like an explosion of 1982, just 40 miles down the road from me.
Instead I was grateful that we now have a President who is a grown up and has a professional demeanor.
D Magazine is a publication about Dallas life...the kind of Dallas life that I emphatically do NOT live or want. Very fancy, those who appear in the pages of D Magazine. Including the latest denizens of Preston Hollow, the tony tony area of mansions where they will be residing.
I wish them joy, and I wish that I may never see a photo like this in the grocery store checkout line...ever again.