Michelle Obama Responds To Kanye West’s Comments

Kanye West recently spoke to Ryan Seacrest about a
number of things. Here's one of the things he said.
There's no way Kim Kardashian shouldn't be on the cover
of Vogue. She's like the most intriguing woman right now.
She's got Barbara Walters calling her like everyday … and
collectively we're the most influential with clothing. No
one is looking at what [President] Obama is wearing.
Michelle Obama cannot Instagram a [bikini] pic like what
my girl Instagrammed the other day … so it's to say when
we are there and [editor-in-chief of French Vogue] Carine
Roitfeld supports my girl, that's a breakthrough … there's a
wall of classism that we are breaking through."
While everyone would love to hear what Michelle thinks
about his statement, Rembert Browne took it to another
level by writing a fake letter from Michelle Obama to
Kanye West. Here is what it said
Dear Kanye,
Hi, it's Michelle. Michelle Obama, Barack's wife.
Barack Obama, the President of the United States of
America.
That makes me the First Lady of the United States of
America. Me = Michelle Obama.
I hope all is well.
You know, Kanye, I woke up this morning. In the
White House. And one of my aides told me she had
something to show me. Something that would make me
laugh. A "cute" thing, if you will.
It was a series of quotes, Kanye. About my husband and
me. About my Vogue magazine cover. And fashion.
And classism.
They were your quotes. You were the cute thing,
Kanye. And my aide was right. It did make me laugh.
Oh, what a hearty White House laugh it was.
Keep my name out your mouth, ya heard.
Tell me, Kanye, what's your goal with this? Why us?
Are you still mad about my husband calling you a
jackass a few times? Is that why you're focusing on me
instead of on all the other women who have been on the
cover of Vogue?
That's what this is all about, isn't it? You're out here all
mad simply because we're stylin' on you? I know
Barack never did apologize for the name-calling,
because you know how you men are with your
stubbornness.
But it's more than that. It's bigger than fashion. To
you, this has become a couple vs. couple thing.
I once overheard some of our summer interns talking
about you — about how mad you get when you're
compared to other rappers, because your peers are Jesus
and Jobs and Walt Disney. I heard it and actually
respected that. It shows you have some drive to be a
great man. You should fight to get your respect. I see
my husband, the President of the Free World, get
disrespected every day. And it tears me apart.
So you have to understand where I'm coming from
when I say it's laughable for my 21-year marriage to be
mentioned on the same website as your thing with Kim.
Imagine if someone compared you to Papoose, Kanye.
Well, you're Barack's Papoose. And yes, Kim is my
Remy Ma.
My husband's not moving our family out the country so
you can't see where we stay. Because he runs the
country, you see.
And, again, we live in the White House. Very visible.
Look, Kanye, I'm a fan. You had me the second you
brought along Uncle Charlie Wilson, and there's no
turning back. I don't think you're crazy at all, and in
fact fully think you're saying things that other people
are scared to articulate. And, of course, Chicago will
always bring us together.
Knowing that, never think that I'm not from Chicago
for one second. Barack may be from Hawaii, but I will
always be from that 312.
As a woman who loves fashion but never sought to be
an iconic figure of some sort, I understand where you're
coming from. And your frustrations. You're both
deeply embedded in fashion, you and Kim, and daring
to match, with the man skirts and silly string bikinis. I
hear you even have a little pop-up store next to hers that
sells nice Confederate flags.
And there's me, a semi-conservative dresser with my
fashion not at the center of my life, and somehow I still
ended up on the Vogue cover. And, to make matters
worse, I didn't even ask.
They came to me. And get this, I actually had to think
about it.
But next time, Kanye, if we can agree to squash this, I
will decline and tell them to ask Kim. Will that make
you happy? Will that end classism? Will the inclusion of
your born-rich future wife break down the walls that
my trailblazing old-ladyness seeks to build up? Just let
me know.
Because, at the end of the day, who really needs to be
on the cover of Vogue for a third time?
In the meantime, there's always Terry Richardson.
Jackass.
Send my love to Kim and baby Nori.
—Michelle