RUSH: You did. You did blow it. Snerdley is stunned, is stunned at the first call that we have today. I may as well take this call. This is Mindy in Bend, Oregon. Snerdley is stunned. He cannot believe this. This does not surprise me. Mindy, welcome, great to have you on the program. Hi.
CALLER: Hi, Rush.
RUSH: What’s up?
CALLER: Well, I’m just calling because I’m completely surprised that you haven’t brought up the attire of the Democratic women versus the GOP women on the campaign trail.
RUSH: I was gonna get there, Mindy. In fact we were just sitting here talking about Moochelle’s dress last night.
CALLER: (giggles) It was a wedding.
RUSH: When I saw her, when they introduced her walking down the aisle to her seat, I said, “Where is she? Does she think she’s in Davos? Is this a cocktail party?” We found out is a $2400 cocktail dress. That’s what it cost, anyway, if you go buy it at Barney’s in New York City. So she shows up at the Class Warfare Rally last night in the House chamber wearing a $2400 cocktail dress!
CALLER: Well, it was completely inappropriate to be wearing to a State of the Union address in my opinion.
RUSH: Well, who’s to say what’s appropriate? She’s Moochelle Obama.
CALLER: (giggles) That’s right.
RUSH: Then you have Hillary with the headband trying to make it look like she’s 22 years old.
CALLER: (giggles) Didn’t she learn from 1992 that she shouldn’t be wearing the headband?
RUSH: I don’t know. Mindy, I appreciate the call. Thanks. What Snerdley couldn’t believe was the first call he got today was somebody wanting to talk about female fashion, and when I told him, “Oh, I got e-mails about that last night,” Snerdley was stunned. Snerdley is our resident female expert, but this is not his day. ‘Cause he missed Moochelle’s cocktail dress, Hillary’s headband, and he’s stunned women would notice what other women were wearing. When did you forget that that’s what…? (interruption) Well, that’s all… (interruption) What do you think women notice about other women first? Hairstyle or what they’re wearing, and it’s daggers. It’s always dagers.
“Who does she think she is? Does she really think she get away with it?” I’m ten years old, we’re driving down Broadway, Cape Girardeau, Missouri. My mother’s sister, my aunt, is in the car and there’s some buxom blonde walking down the sidewalk and my aunt gets all bitter and vicious. “Okay, blondie! Okay! You think you’re better than us? Okay, why don’t you take the blouse off and show ’em to us,” and I’m ten years old. I said, “What is this? I told my dad. He said, “They hate each other, son. They get jealous as hell. The dress, it doesn’t matter. You gotta learn, that’s all that matters.” So it didn’t surprise me.
The cocktail dress, the color, that was so noticeable to me last night.