Category Archives: Celebrity
United Airlines created a social media uproar when it kicked two teenage girls off a flight for wearing leggings. Turns out you can wear all the leggings you want. Even if you’re Caitlyn Jenner. The girls were subject to a dress code because they were flying free on an employee pass.
Was bored with Trump and Russians when I came upon this piece in the Telegraph. It’s about the private space race. Elon Musk is the owner of Space X. His company plans to send tourists to the moon in 2018. His other company is Tesla.
He’ll be competing for the $20 million Google Lunar X prize. The competition includes a team featuring an Audi lunar rover.
Payback was hell at the Oscars. Variety pins the blame on a PricewaterhouseCoopers executive named Brian Cullinan. But I suspect Russian hackers.
When Nordstrom dropped Ivanka Trump’s fashion line, President Trump tweeted. He accused the company of treating his daughter unfairly.
Trump isn’t the first president to defend his daughter. A Washington Post music critic once gave Margaret Truman a bad review for a singing performance. Her father, President Harry Truman, gave him hell:
In response to Washington Post Music Critic Paul Hume’s December 6, 1950, review of Margaret Truman’s singing performance at Constitution Hall, stating,
“Miss Truman is a unique American phenomenon with a pleasant voice of little size and fair quality (she) cannot sing very well is flat a good deal of the time�more last night than at any time we have heard her in past years � has not improved in the years we have heard her � (and) still cannot sing with anything approaching professional finish.”
President Truman responded with the following letter to Hume:
THE WHITE HOUSE
Dec. 6, 1950
I’ve just read your lousy review of Margaret’s concert. I’ve come to the conclusion that you are an “eight ulcer man on four ulcer pay.”
It seems to me that you are a frustrated old man who wishes he could have been successful. When you write such poppy-cock as was in the back section of the paper you work for it shows conclusively that you’re off the beam and at least four of your ulcers are at work.
Some day I hope to meet you. When that happens you’ll need a new nose, a lot of beefsteak for black eyes, and perhaps a supporter below!
Pegler, a gutter snipe, is a gentleman alongside you. I hope you’ll accept that statement as a worse insult than a reflection on your ancestry.