Dear Blake Shelton,
Dear Blake Shelton,
I see you are now an interior decorator. Or maybe you are a fabric designer. Bedding designer? Are there bedding designers? That would be an interesting profession.
But must you?
I will admit that I do not follow all of the ins and outs of your career, but you seem to be quite busy…recording artist, The Voice, Gwen, restaurants…you really need another career? Really? You couldn’t have simply left decorating to say, decorators?
Not an expert on interior design either, however, we are all living in this post pandemic economy and I would have to venture that there are several, hundreds maybe, bedding designers (if there really is such a thing) out of work. Just going further out onto that limb…I am also guessing that those out of work sheet artists are also not recording artists. It’s a guess, but a fairly educated one I should think.
And, while I’m at it…
Dear Reese Witherspoon,
I see you are now a children’s book author. Fabulous. I’m sure you are wildly qualified because you have read books.
Like Blake, I don’t follow your career that closely, but you are a movie star, a franchisee, a mogul. But I can see that all those things are nothing without also being an author of a children’s book. I get it…we all have “gaps” in our professional careers.
And from one children’s book author to another, I say “Rock on, Sister!” I mean yes, sure could I have sold more books if I were a famous movie star? Yes! I am sure of it. But. I am so happy that you can add author to your resume…it was looking a little bleak.
Oh, Dear me,
I sound a little bitter, don’t I? Blake, Reese, go get em! Truly. Good luck with your new ventures.
But - and I speak here for all the children’s book authors and bedding designers out there - in the future, please stay in your own fucking lane. Just that.
But in the meantime, best of luck.