MY LAST LADY

Only a few people, a very negligible portion of the population, plan to become President. Almost no one plans to become First Lady.

You marry someone based, usually, on some very emotional criteria (probably breast size) for your personal benefits only (you know what I mean). You select this person, probably, during undergrad (if not high school) level, when your understanding of life is still in the formative stage.

Then you wake up a couple of decades later and find yourself as the President of a country. And; the First Lady is now the one in trouble. She, all of a sudden, has to look, walk, talk, think and snore like a President (yes, a President) rather than like a wife of a man who happens to be a President.

Friends, let’s dedicate this blog to all wives of Presidents and Vice Presidents everywhere. How long can you be an actress? Lol …