I saw this on Twitter:
Ocasio-Cortez claims she went to a nail salon and the woman who was working on her told her "your eyebrows are too big for your face" and told her that she has a "mustache" pic.twitter.com/vGQyjb7AI4
— Ryan Saavedra (@RealSaavedra) May 13, 2019
Two things come to mind.
First: This explains why she is always talking about her money troubles as a bartender.
Second: we desperately need a Hanlon’s Razor for racism.
Hanlon’s razor is an aphorism that states: “Never attribute to malice that which is adequately explained by stupidity.”
There needs to be a Razor that states: “Never attribute to racism that which is adequately explained by a misunderstanding.”
It was heavily implied here that the woman who was taking care of AOC was commenting on her (AOC’s) brows and moustache because she (AOC) is a Hispanic woman.
Let me tell you what this is. It’s upselling.
That woman probably makes minimum wage plus tips. If she can convince a well known Congresswoman (making $174,000 per year) to get a wax and eyebrow sculpt, she’s increased the size of her tip.
I know this. When I got a suit fitted, the sales guy making commission tried to get me to buy a new shirt, then reminded me that if I bought two, I got one free, and also probably needed a new tie to go with that suit.
I don’t blame him, he was doing his job. Trying to turn a $200 fitting into a $400 sale.
My question is, why didn’t AOC recondense this for what it is?
Didn’t she ever upsell? Try and convince a table to buy a bottle of wine when they just wanted a few glasses or a better bottle of wine than what they wanted? Did she ever make goo-goo eyes at one of those stock brokers after a day of trading and try and sell them on the Johnny Walker Blue Label at $60 a shot?
You can’t go into a Starbucks without them trying to get you on a pastry. You’d think a bartender in New York who claimed to have served Wall Street brokers would know a thing or two about using the cleavage to push the Dom Perignon on the stockbrokers having a celebration with the hope of getting a 20% tip on a $700 bottle.
If she truly doesn’t understand this, no wonder she had money problems.
If one were to write a book about the things AOC doesn’t know, I don’t thing the world would be big enough to hold it…
@Joe in PNG: Much easier to write a book about what she does know.
Two hard covers, six inches of empty space, and two lipsticked pages bearing the words “How to tweet” and “How to spot microaggressions” flapping noisily and uselessly in between.
Not entirely unlike her head, actually.
They already did — it’s called “Encyclopedia Britannica”.
As with most other leftists/socialists/progressives/idiots, it is OK when she does it, but not OK when someone else does it to her.
You are 100% correct. She upselled as a bartender. But she does not want to be upsold, no, that is offensive.
Totally incapable of looking at the world from a different perspective.
One of the ironies of modern “Liberalism” is the desire to roll back actual Liberalism, and bring back Aristocracy (with the Left at the top).
Marxism works great for this.
And isn’t much of the Millennial whining just the cries of frustrated cries of budding aristocrats being denied the privilege and income from the toiling masses that their status should bring?
Marxism is a form of aristocracy. Or more accurately, kakistocracy.
The fact is that Robert A. Heinlein’s 1941 work, “Logic of Empire”, precedes Mr. Hanion’s submission to a 1980 book compilation of various jokes related to Murphy’s Law: “Murphy’s Law Book Two: More Reasons Why Things Go Wrong!”
Heinlein stated, “You have attributed conditions to villainy that simply result from stupidity”. My guess is that Mr. Hanlon was either a science fiction fan, or someone mistook the similar name.
“….about using the cleavage to push the Dom Perignon…”, but that’s sexest5. And what clevage?
When someone tries to upsell me, I simply tell them “No Thanks, but good effort. Keep on trying.” If I see their boss. I tell her they gave it a good try.
I respect go-getters.
She doesnt go out on windy days, her ears whistle…..