Desiree Rogers is no more. The flyest, freshest woman (second to Michelle Obama of course) that the White House has ever seen has submitted her resignation from her job as the White House Social Secretary.
Unless you’ve been living in Iceland then you are aware of the big fallout from the Obama’s first state dinner where those ridiculous, fame whoring, Washington wannabee’s crashed the party. This was a huge embarrassment to the administration and received worldwide attention. Not only was it a big security breach to have some complete randoms crashing a party attended by several heads of state but it also said something about the organization and preparedness of the White House staff. At the end of the day it was the job of the White House Social Secretary – our sista in style and substance – Desiree - to make sure this party went off without a hitch. Now we all know that mistakes happen. And I believe that her mistake would have been more easily forgiven if she had not made a couple of crucial faux pas –
1. It’s the job of the White House Social Secretary to plan the party – not attend the party. Desiree clearly loves and is used to the spotlight. Considered a Chicago socialite and corporate power broker, she is 50 years old, looking 40 and can be found seated front row during NY Fashion week. Funny, smart, attractive and very successful- well can we really blame her? I guess we can. In this situation it was her job to run the party, but she actually invited herself as a guest, sat herself down at a table with some Hollywood celebs and partook in the festivities. Think if your wedding planner decided she wanted to not only plan the wedding, but also be a bridesmaid. Um, yeah. Not your job.
2. She walked the red carpet of the event wearing a couture Commes des Garcons dress, looking like she walked straight out of the Devil Wears Prada. Some accused her of upstaging the first lady with her glamorous and elaborate look. Think if your bridesmaid showed up to your wedding looking a little more fabulous than the bride. Um, yeah. Not good.
3. (Insert crunk voice) She just don’t give a F*** - Desiree Rogers is from Nawlins’, educated at Wellesley and Harvard, kicking ass and taking names in corporate American for more than 20 years, she even survived a bout with breast cancer 8 years ago. When everyone questioned her appropriateness and appeared to throw her under the bus, she appeared to look right back at them and say – Do you know me son? Ok, I am ad libbing. But you get the point. Folks considered her to have a “lack of humility” some people accused her of using her vast collection of Birkin bags and Louboutin hills as “competitive one upmanship” and said that she had an “arrogance of style”.
All of these things contributed to the quick demise of Desiree Rogers. I for one am sad to see her go, but I think she was probably never cut out for the stiff, closeted, iron starch world of Washington politics.
I’m interested to see where she will go next and what she will do. Whatever it is I’m sure she will be doing it with her head held high, designer bag in hand and stilettos on her feet. Get’em girl.