Opinion: Ann Coulter: Not Ready to Fill Mr. Blackwell’s Guccis


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Has Ann Coulter’s penchant for reinvention extended to trying to fill a dead man’s bespoke shoes?

The Ms. Mullah of the Peroxide Right, as I have referred to her before, reportedly broke her jaw, but her virtual tongue is ever its old self. In yet another book, she decides that future First Lady Michelle Obama’s wardrobe is a fit topic for her commentary:


‘’Her obvious imitation of Jackie O’s style -- the flipped-under hair, the sleeveless A-line dresses, the short strands of fake pearls -- would have been laughable if done by anyone other than a media-designated saint.’’

Those would be the same kind of fake pearls worn by, oh, Barbara Bush?

Michelle Obama should be flattered to have her off-the-rack frocks compared to the multi-thousand-dollar couture ensembles that Jackie Kennedy wore -- outfits paid for in many cases from the beneficent pockets of her father-in-law, Joseph P. Kennedy. Perhaps Coulter has something muddled up with Cindy McCain, for whose expensive chic she had kind words. Strange, though; I didn’t hear a peep out of Coulter about ‘The RNC Autumn Runway Collection,’’ a.k.a. Sarah Palin’s $150,000 clothes.

What I’m really wondering is whether, with observations like the one above, Coulter isn’t auditioning for the post held proudly by that late, beloved, oh-so-quotable Angeleno, Mr. Blackwell, creator of the Ten Worst Dressed List.

Pity that Mr. B apparently never had anything public to say about Ms. C and her signature little black dress; I am imagining something trenchant about Coco Chanel and counter-clockwise sepulcher-spinning.

But Mr. Blackwell, bless him, was an equal opportunity offender who dished out the snark without regard to red or blue wardrobes or the politics of the women who wore them.

Ms. Coulter -- I knew Mr. Blackwell. Mr. Blackwell was ... okay, not a friend, but a fleeting acquaintance of mine. And you’re no Mr. Blackwell.


2007 Ann Coulter photo by Mark Sullivan/; 2006 file photo of Mr. Blackwell courtesy of AP Photo/Damian Dovarganes.