When I look at Mika and that outfit, I see my aunt Irene in the kitchen around 1955 cooking ham and cabbage in the summer in the anthracite coal country of Pennsylvania.
Seriously. You’d think that a woman who was fortunate enough to maintain her figure into middle-age would dress a bit more fashionably.
But I’m sure your Aunt Irene was not a sniveling liberal suck-up.
Probably a better time, place, and person too.