My thoughts exactly. “Whitless” is entering the phase in her life where age has turned her into a bitter, nasty tart. Maybe it was the death of her husband, John, in 2015 that turned her life sour. She reminds me of that old lady who would come out on her porch and yell us kids to, “Get off my lawn, you bastards!” I can imagine Christie Whitman in her white apron doing the same.