Okay. You know I like to talk, and I talk, and you know, I'll talk about the women, and I'll come in and I'll rant, I'd like to give a couple of shout outs to some women doing it right. Let's talk about the women. Let's talk about the women who do it right, and the women who do it Thirsty Beyonce, Queen the Queen be used to live in my building. I'll dine out on that. And I keep forgetting that that was the case, and I never talked about it, and I have to talk about it more. We live in the same building. One one elegant security guy with her at all times, so nice. I think his name is like Julius. She just they sent me a truffle for Thanksgiving from the Carters. It came it was a responsibility. I'd like a store credit. I'd like another truffle because what happened was I was going on a vacation. Turns out you gotta eat this fucking truffle soon. It was like a four truffle in a little plastic tupperword just like a little like a max of Ball soup container, like the small one, and it was just like the truffle came and it had such a gorgeous roma. One out of occasion. Truffles don't last. What was I gonna do? Bring it in my purse too, on a plane through airport security, take it to a I don't know it was a job, but I appreciate the carter's sending me a note. Just gorgeousness. But anyway, I digress. Beyonce does it like a queen. You know why. She comes out. Whatever she's doing, she comes out, She launches it on her own platform. She does it how she wants. She's dressed to the fucking nine. She's fierce, the hair, the outfit, the music, the glamazon, the diva, the talent, the whole thing. And then she goes back into the hole. So we appreciate it. If you ate truffle pasta from Italy every fucking day, you'd be sick of it. Beyonce gives us truffle linguini made in that big parmesan wheel from Milan every so often, and we appreciate it because she knows what the fuck she's doing. You know who else does it like that? Taylor Swift, Come out of your hole with your boyfriend where you hid from you've gone into obscurity. Okay, you come out of your hole. You walk into the v m as and you wear a gorgeous chandelier on your body, the tightest makeup, you look beautiful, you sing perfectly. You give them the sass, you give them the tea, you give them the gossip. Then you go back into your own fucking hole. That's the way marketing was intended to be for the real queens. Okay, Blake Lively come in, stunning, gorgeous husband, maintains a relatability while being an icon. Okay, who came out rose from the ashes of Gossip Girl, like where everybody else is just sort of like at a level of medioquity in their career, and she's the elevated queen that's stunning and the most fashionable, amazing icon living in the suburbs with her husband, relatable, funny family, kids, perfect life. We don't know if that's true, but I'm just saying, like they let us believe it is, which I want to believe. And then she's away, you know, just living in the suburbs. And then Christopher Buckle comes to her house, and then she gets whatever fashion team she has descends upon her like a pit crew, and she gets on that fucking met ball carpet and she takes it down, and then she goes right back into the suburbs and drinks her malts with her babies. That's a fucking queen. So that's a queen. It's not. It's not like this day to day badgering, belaboring like the j Lo with the every day the assault with the cleavage and the outfits and the marriage in the Milan and the Paris, and the blogs and the newsletters and the beauty products and the but it's a fucking assault, Like, go to sleep for a minute, then come out. We know you're hot, we know you're sexy, we know your desire, we know you're in love. We know you have good skin. You know you don't drink and you sleep eight hours a day. We know it all because you tell us every day. Do it the way the Queen's doing. Don't. There's a level of thirst that exists with certain people that just need to badger you with their sexuality and fabulosity and everything every day. We need to see it. We don't need to see every day. It's so much more tasty when we get it every so often when we get it and then it's like it explodes. So less is more when you're a diva queen. I even like the messiness of Mariah. She's half messy whatever, live in her own life. And then she comes out and she just says something fabulous. She calls Megan Markle a diva where she has some sort of wardrobe malfunction, you know on the Today Show where something crazy happens. But like it's the messiness of Mariah, and we celebrate it. We don't get it all the time, and we want it. Once in a a while. She just comes out. I think it was New Year's even something gets fucked up and we laugh and we talked about Then she goes back until the Christmas special and Christopher Bucco goes to her house and Glama on to her up and we get our next taste, leave us wanting for more. Don't shove it all down our throats all day. Air day, you'll lose you lose the luster of being a true queen. When you're on an airplane sometimes you have to know some some flights, you're trying to watch the movie and they make an announcement it's ninety two degrees, and Sonny, it's forty two degrees celsius and and and Sonny, it's good. We're having a nice day. Thank you for flying, thank you for the rewards program, thank you for joining United dot Com. Thank you for this. Here's the wire. Okay, we're having you know, like, don't don't go to the west rooms in a class that's not of your service whatever. So recently I'm on a plane and they're now like and it's always like the minute you get back into your plat, there's like another announcement and always there's multiple languages. That's fair, Like, okay, people speak to the languages on a plane depending upon where you're going. Then they're like giving you the core coordinates. I am, I gonna have to fly this fucking plane or get into a boat and like find my way with a compass, Like why do I need to coordinate? I've gotten off, Like winds are at this many miles per hour? What what am I a weatherman? Now? Like what are you talking about? Who gives an stop talking stop Like I'll do the weather great, you don't know if you need to put your goddamn cardigan on. But in fairness, who gives a funk with the weather is. You don't have a stylus coming to meet you at the airport. You're in it already. You're on the plane, you have your clothes, were landing the weather zero degrees? What are you doing moving on the plane and not getting off? You're gonna be a fucking polar bear now it's it's negative forty six degrees even though we're landing in Florida. What are you doing telling the piote to make a U turn and sewing together a PARKA who fucking cares? Tell me at home before I get on the plane what I'm flying into. That would be helpful. We know you plan to fly to Florida tomorrow, but it's gonna snow. Then I won't even get on the plane and don't have to do any of the ship. But when we're landing, I don't need to know wind fucking speed. What am I a sailor? I'm getting off and sailing off the tarmac. It's so fucking annoying, talk less. We're not interested in hearing the thoughts of the captain. One time they said to me on the right, this is an a I swear to God in my life, it was recently. We're flying into like Italy. Well, this is where very wealthy people like the houses are like thirty million dollars and celebrity. Now we all feel poor. I don't need to know the topography and the net worth income of the people living in this island on the left of this plane. Let me not know that. Let me not know that. I don't care. Now I want to go home. I don't even want to go so annoying, shucked the funk up or not interested in your thoughts. We want to get to the thing, and we want to watch the movie and make the plane go quickly. If we're delayed, we're gonna be on the tarmac. Let us know that I do not need to know the wind speed.

Okay. You know I like to talk, and I talk, and you know, I'll talk about the women, and I'll come in and I'll rant, I'd like to give a couple of shout outs to some women doing it right. Let's talk about the women. Let's talk about the women who do it right, and the women who do it Thirsty Beyonce, Queen the Queen be used to live in my building. I'll dine out on that. And I keep forgetting that that was the case, and I never talked about it, and I have to talk about it more. We live in the same building. One one elegant security guy with her at all times, so nice. I think his name is like Julius. She just they sent me a truffle for Thanksgiving from the Carters. It came it was a responsibility. I'd like a store credit. I'd like another truffle because what happened was I was going on a vacation. Turns out you gotta eat this fucking truffle soon. It was like a four truffle in a little plastic tupperword just like a little like a max of Ball soup container, like the small one, and it was just like the truffle came and it had such a gorgeous roma. One out of occasion. Truffles don't last. What was I gonna do? Bring it in my purse too, on a plane through airport security, take it to a I don't know it was a job, but I appreciate the carter's sending me a note. Just gorgeousness. But anyway, I digress. Beyonce does it like a queen. You know why. She comes out. Whatever she's doing, she comes out, She launches it on her own platform. She does it how she wants. She's dressed to the fucking nine. She's fierce, the hair, the outfit, the music, the glamazon, the diva, the talent, the whole thing. And then she goes back into the hole. So we appreciate it. If you ate truffle pasta from Italy every fucking day, you'd be sick of it. Beyonce gives us truffle linguini made in that big parmesan wheel from Milan every so often, and we appreciate it because she knows what the fuck she's doing. You know who else does it like that? Taylor Swift, Come out of your hole with your boyfriend where you hid from you've gone into obscurity. Okay, you come out of your hole. You walk into the v m as and you wear a gorgeous chandelier on your body, the tightest makeup, you look beautiful, you sing perfectly. You give them the sass, you give them the tea, you give them the gossip. Then you go back into your own fucking hole. That's the way marketing was intended to be for the real queens. Okay, Blake Lively come in, stunning, gorgeous husband, maintains a relatability while being an icon. Okay, who came out rose from the ashes of Gossip Girl, like where everybody else is just sort of like at a level of medioquity in their career, and she's the elevated queen that's stunning and the most fashionable, amazing icon living in the suburbs with her husband, relatable, funny family, kids, perfect life. We don't know if that's true, but I'm just saying, like they let us believe it is, which I want to believe. And then she's away, you know, just living in the suburbs. And then Christopher Buckle comes to her house, and then she gets whatever fashion team she has descends upon her like a pit crew, and she gets on that fucking met ball carpet and she takes it down, and then she goes right back into the suburbs and drinks her malts with her babies. That's a fucking queen. So that's a queen. It's not. It's not like this day to day badgering, belaboring like the j Lo with the every day the assault with the cleavage and the outfits and the marriage in the Milan and the Paris, and the blogs and the newsletters and the beauty products and the but it's a fucking assault, Like, go to sleep for a minute, then come out. We know you're hot, we know you're sexy, we know your desire, we know you're in love. We know you have good skin. You know you don't drink and you sleep eight hours a day. We know it all because you tell us every day. Do it the way the Queen's doing. Don't. There's a level of thirst that exists with certain people that just need to badger you with their sexuality and fabulosity and everything every day. We need to see it. We don't need to see every day. It's so much more tasty when we get it every so often when we get it and then it's like it explodes. So less is more when you're a diva queen. I even like the messiness of Mariah. She's half messy whatever, live in her own life. And then she comes out and she just says something fabulous. She calls Megan Markle a diva where she has some sort of wardrobe malfunction, you know on the Today Show where something crazy happens. But like it's the messiness of Mariah, and we celebrate it. We don't get it all the time, and we want it. Once in a a while. She just comes out. I think it was New Year's even something gets fucked up and we laugh and we talked about Then she goes back until the Christmas special and Christopher Bucco goes to her house and Glama on to her up and we get our next taste, leave us wanting for more. Don't shove it all down our throats all day. Air day, you'll lose you lose the luster of being a true queen. When you're on an airplane sometimes you have to know some some flights, you're trying to watch the movie and they make an announcement it's ninety two degrees, and Sonny, it's forty two degrees celsius and and and Sonny, it's good. We're having a nice day. Thank you for flying, thank you for the rewards program, thank you for joining United dot Com. Thank you for this. Here's the wire. Okay, we're having you know, like, don't don't go to the west rooms in a class that's not of your service whatever. So recently I'm on a plane and they're now like and it's always like the minute you get back into your plat, there's like another announcement and always there's multiple languages. That's fair, Like, okay, people speak to the languages on a plane depending upon where you're going. Then they're like giving you the core coordinates. I am, I gonna have to fly this fucking plane or get into a boat and like find my way with a compass, Like why do I need to coordinate? I've gotten off, Like winds are at this many miles per hour? What what am I a weatherman? Now? Like what are you talking about? Who gives an stop talking stop Like I'll do the weather great, you don't know if you need to put your goddamn cardigan on. But in fairness, who gives a funk with the weather is. You don't have a stylus coming to meet you at the airport. You're in it already. You're on the plane, you have your clothes, were landing the weather zero degrees? What are you doing moving on the plane and not getting off? You're gonna be a fucking polar bear now it's it's negative forty six degrees even though we're landing in Florida. What are you doing telling the piote to make a U turn and sewing together a PARKA who fucking cares? Tell me at home before I get on the plane what I'm flying into. That would be helpful. We know you plan to fly to Florida tomorrow, but it's gonna snow. Then I won't even get on the plane and don't have to do any of the ship. But when we're landing, I don't need to know wind fucking speed. What am I a sailor? I'm getting off and sailing off the tarmac. It's so fucking annoying, talk less. We're not interested in hearing the thoughts of the captain. One time they said to me on the right, this is an a I swear to God in my life, it was recently. We're flying into like Italy. Well, this is where very wealthy people like the houses are like thirty million dollars and celebrity. Now we all feel poor. I don't need to know the topography and the net worth income of the people living in this island on the left of this plane. Let me not know that. Let me not know that. I don't care. Now I want to go home. I don't even want to go so annoying, shucked the funk up or not interested in your thoughts. We want to get to the thing, and we want to watch the movie and make the plane go quickly. If we're delayed, we're gonna be on the tarmac. Let us know that I do not need to know the wind speed.