I realized as soon as I finished writing my blog yesterday that I had totally missed the point, with regard to Donald Sterling. Not the point about him being a hideous old racist. I’m sure everybody got that point, loud and clear. You would have to be sub-sentient not to get that point.
No, I mean the existence of the tape and the existence of miss V. Stiviano, whatever the heck the V. stands for. Doesn’t matter. She could be a Veronica, or a Violet
, or a Valerie. I can’t think of a single girl’s name starting with V that I don’t think is sexy, but this girl would be hot even if her name was Cthulhu All-Spark.
It’s not hard to read their relationship. He is a rich, old man, with a puffy, wrinkled face and a mean demeanor. He’s the top dog in a dog eat dog world, but he’s grizzled and gray. She is young, and thin, with beautiful skin. Long, dark hair. Big, brown eyes. And a strong determination to get ahead.
An unstoppable determination. Look at her. Look at him.
Of course, it’s just the old cute, young thing glomming on to a dirty old man strategy, which has been used by young women worldwide for centuries, nay, millenia. What is new here, what is different? First, small, concealed recording devices are not totally new, they’ve been around since probably the 50s, if not before, but they are getting smaller and better every day. Second, there is the existence of Instagram, twitter, YouTube, facebook, and all the others. Third, and maybe at least partially due to ‘second,’ racism is just not socially acceptable any more. He was talking about how “that’s just the way it is, the way it always has been, and the way it always will be.” He’s wrong about that last. I see the walls are crumbling, a little every day.
Anyway, the reason I believe Miss V. Stiviano set her disgusting louse of a boyfriend up was her calm and collected demeanor throughout. She was either totally acting or she’s totally the coolest person in the world. (You are allowed to choose both) If this was a real conversation between a girl and a man she had some feeling for who’d just told her that “Yeah, I know you’re half black, but I really don’t want anybody else to know, ” crockery would have been broken. Bad words would have been spoken. Very fast. In Spanish. While she was stomping on his head. With high heels.
But no. She was all “I understand what you’re saying” and other nice, polished phrases like that. She set him up. She was tired of taking his racist shit and she set him up. She may have had another motivation.
Soon we will see her on talk shows. She will cry with Oprah, sing a silly song with Jimmy Fallon. Then will come guest spots on soap operas and NCIS. Maybe even a film or two. She could be the next Vanessa Williams. See, another V.
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