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Getting ready for work this morning, I froze frame on Michele Bachmann’s press conference, not to listen to anything she had to say, but because her power suit was so weird. Over-constructed of some sort of metallic, Buck Rogersian, adipose tissue, the suit is “puffy”. The collars and pockets appear “faux”, almost trompe-l’oeil. A triple-strand pearl necklace is obscured by another piece of shiny silver poof, and it’s not clear whether it’s part of the suit itself or if it’s an additional, unrelated top piece jutting out, erupting from under the suit jacket. Is it bulletproof? Is it one complete piece that you blow up like an air mattress or an airline flotation device? Who knows. As usual, the tea jesus princess topped off her chimeric look with an abominable pair of girly kitten-heel mules, the patriotess’ unfortunate style penchant.
