This morning I’m going to make a rare reach across the aisle and show some love to a fellow triumvirate that keeps it real and knows what’s up: the Huntsman girls.
Larry and Linda’s new favorite game is to get so riled up about our boy Barry – that’s Mr. President to all of you poor unfortunate souls who aren’t on a first-name basis with the leader of the free world – that they threaten to either abstain from voting in next year’s election or to cast their votes for Jon Huntsman, the one Republican candidate who doesn’t scare the bejeezus out of them. I’ve got mad love for Hunstman – he’s smart, he doesn’t capitulate to rednecks who deny evolution science, he’s a former employee of the Obama administration, and he once quit school to play in a band named Wizard. But Barry is simply my BFFAETDDUP, and what can I say, I’m an amazing friend.
Anywhowho, Liddy, Abby, and Mary Anne Huntsman are what I would imagine the Feinberg sisters would be like (or would like to be like) if Larry ever gave up writing jingles to take his signature brand of former-poet-who-sold-out-to-the-man-but-is-still-intellectually-superior-to-all-you-idiots ‘tude to the presidential campaign trail. OR if Linda ever gave up her 9-5 at the courthouse and made her girl Hill’s dream come true at the White House.
The Huntsman girls are involved in the campaign without being overzealous, they’re genuinely funny without going too far over the line, they dress well, and they don’t take themselves too seriously. The girls CLEARLY want all the perks of living at 1600 Pennsylvania – private in-house chef? check. chauffeured transportation everywhere you go without any traffic? check. Air force one? Huge check! – and they’re not afraid to fight their asses off for it. It’s super legit. I may not be rooting for your pops, but I’m definitely rooting for you girls to clinch lucrative post-campaign jobs as commentators on MSNBC or some shiz.
As the Kardashians continue to tarnish the trifecta legacy, we need more trios like the Huntsmans to prove to the world that three is not just a crowd, it’s a party… and you’re not invited.
Now presenting the Huntsman highlight reel:
This video is when I realized that the Huntsmans and the Feinbergs are kindred spirits. It’s seriously hilarious! (If you haven’t already seen the Herman Cain ad that they’re riffing on here, #1- where the eff have you been, and #2- watch it here)
The girls also have a very entertaining twitter account – my favorite was an August tweet that read “Any suggestions for Orlando hotspots? Clearly bored. Plank you and goodnight” with Liddy planking in her hotel room:
The girls also wrote a song to the tune of JT’s Sexyback that tells Herman Cain to stick his shitty pizza where the sun don’t shine. Nicely done!
And last but not least, GQ just ran a profile on them during which Liddy (clearly the most awesome and Marg-like of the three) blasts Wilson Phillips while she’s getting her hair did. Awesome.