Dear President Trump Cupcakes: No. Just No.
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Like a lot of people, I didn’t sleep Tuesday night.
Fear interrupted hour-long intervals of fitful rest. I am afraid for myself and terrified for people less privileged than me, and I can’t fathom people I know whose comfort overpowers the basic needs of the marginalized. I’m upset with myself for cracking a joke about leaving, but part of me fears that his rise to power (I couldn’t even type that without recoiling) would give me fewer rights here than I’d “enjoy” in the Middle East. At least Iran moved past its Ahmedenijad era.
This election season pulled me into the past. My grandmother, bless her soul, told me that Trump was her “favor” the other day because “Melania is very chic.” My grandmother grew up in pre-revolutionary Iran and has always been a fan of opulence, so I can kind of understand her logic here. People were —and are—attracted to Trump’s money and extravagance, and hopefully he won’t blow billions of government funds on a party at some ancient ruins like the Shah did. Earlier this month, I said this country was lucky because it wouldn’t have to undergo a revolution. Now, I’m afraid of what white supremacy masquerading as nationalism will do to it.
I woke up to more sadness and “newly outed” Trump fans celebrating on social media. I tried to resume normalcy and checked my email, which accumulated a few press releases overnight. For lack of a better pun, this takes the cake. And God, I wish I were making this up:
Good morning Dakota, it’s time to make America (taste) great again thanks to pastry chef and owner of Ava’s Cupcakes, Michelle Spell.
Available for a limited time, Ava’s Trump Cupcake features a classic vanilla cake adorned with an infamous ‘wall’ made of milk chocolate, stuffed with a cherry center, topped with an edible Trump sugar face image and completely covered in edible gold. Orders can be placed online or by phone. Perfect for home/office parties.
Laugh at me all you want for getting angry at a cupcake. I’ll break this shit down for those of you who are as baffled as I was:
1. Dear Dakota
I was CCed on this press release, as Dakota is the Food section’s primary editor. All the publicist had to do was look at our names to know that sending this email wouldn’t be smart. Kim. Sedghi. We are children of immigrants and among those fearing for our lives. Considering Trump wants to keep people like our families out, we’re not the kind of people who’d be interested in Trump cupcakes.