I no longer make the Chrissy Teigen face every time I hear Stacey Dash’s name pop up because what’s the point. Stacey’s gonna do Stacey and she’s made inducing cringes part of her brand. I’m not giving myself wrinkles on account of her. However! CNN reports that Stacey has filed paperwork to run for congress in California and when I read that news my face did do a thing but it was more of a bemused smirk with accompanying eye-roll. Oh that Stacey!
Stacey teased the move earlier this month on Twitter.
A number of people online and off have suggested I run for political office. I wanted to see what my online community thinks of this idea as I mull the possibilities. Thoughts? pic.twitter.com/L71fF0NnXR
— Stacey Dash (@REALStaceyDash) February 9, 2018
According to CNN, Stacey’s got her targets set on California’s 44th district which is blacker than CB4‘s Dead Mike (he’s black ya’ll).
The district, which includes Compton, Watts, San Pedro and North Long Beach, has long been represented by a Democrat. It overwhelmingly voted for Democratic presidential nominee Hillary Clinton in 2016, 83%-12%.
That “number of people online” have clearly never stepped foot (do Russian bots even have feet?) in district 44 and frankly I’m surprised Stacey Dash has herself. But Stacey says she lives there so good for her.
I live in the 44th unlike some who don’t live in their districts. Thank you to those who offered their support.
— Stacey Dash (@REALStaceyDash) February 26, 2018
I was not aware they voting districts in The Sunken Place but I did hear that they have a Roscoe’s Chicken and Waffles franchise that serves only gluten-free whole grain waffles topped with a steamed chicken breast because Omarosa mentioned it was her fav on Celebrity Big Brother.
Stacey says she’s all-in and doing it for her people so I’m giving her the benefit of the doubt. If she wants to throw whatever’s left of her Clueless money into the wind, she’s free to do so. If she loses, no harm done. If she wins, I’ll have learned a valuable lesson on the perils of assumptions that I can ponder while ice skating across the once molten lakes of hell.