When you think ’Anna Wintour’ one might conjure images of assistants bleeding to death in the bottom of a coat closet…or possibly small rabbits being skinned and eaten alive on a plate made by Wedgwood.
Now if you were to think of what kind of daughter such an anomaly like Anna Wintour might produce, you might picture the purest breed of over-indulgent child that Karl Lagerfeld could possibly spit out of his tight, sunglass-wearing, anus.
But truth be told, you might BEE surprised.
Oh yes, I did it, I did a pun on words here children. A. PUN.
Bee Shaffer, the first, last and only thing to ever verify the actual human species of Anna Wintour herself (She has blood? Cells? Embryos? Couldn’t be!) has grown into…dare I say it….a lovely *gulp* woman…?
Bee has not only come to terms with her mother being the most sought after (sought to kill) woman in America, but she has taken that idea and thrown some regular old yellow mustard on it and eaten it for lunch. Like. It. Was. No. Big. Deal.
Not only did Bee NOT take a highly coveted position at Vogue, but she also spent little to no time trying to make her mark in the “working” line of Kim Kardashian and Paris Hilton, where doing nothing and having a rich parent can simply get you by in life…oh and also making sex tapes…did I mention a sex tape? …In fact Bee is paving her own way in the world, actually going to college, graduating, working in theater and becoming a journalist.
And not just a fashion Vogue journalist my friends, like an actual ‘I write my own work’ kind of journalist. Excuse me while I choke on my cup of xanax flavored coffee…..Where did this sense of ‘work ethic’ come from? She acts like she actually WANTS to have a job, be employed and become useful to society.
Which I find pretty incredible considering I spend half of my day trying to find a reason why Kim Kardashian actually exists….wait…I think I have it..I think I havveeeee…nope. It’s gone.
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