This right here... is what I would be if I had my own stylist and PR firm at my disposal.
Forget being a soccer mom or a MILF.
Hello, SexyBitch Mama.
Observe: papparazzi-deflecting shades, trend-bucking ensemble that telegraphs success already achieved, killer sisyphean heels. No-nonsense glare with kid's backpack in hand. The other hand engaged in a Do-NOT-mess-with me battle with kid, who is sufficiently terrorized by SexyBitch's demeanor.
You just know that although this is a New York street in the middle of rush hour, traffic is going to come to a total halt.
The only thing missing is the Pulitzer and shark-biting literary agent.
Via Jezebel: "Someone's Late for School."
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