High heels and the GG's spouse

I was delighted to observe that David Johnson's wife sports high heels. Our new GG's spouse is a doctor in her own right and assertively attended every event in gorgeous high heels. Very impressive -- a gal after my own heart. When he was officially sworn in in the Upper Chamber, he embraced his wife and they actually kissed on the lips. Only Kathleen Petty, duh-CBC-hostess-with-the-leastest, had the poor taste to announce........"Well, what a kiss! I guess we can see why they have five children! Ha, Ha, Ha!" Quelle Bete. Thankfully, her male colleagues ignored this unfortunate and well...... pretty much stupid.... slip into the abyss of.....whatever?@!#?!?! At that moment, instead of admiring the sight of our new Governor General and his wife -- and conjuring up all their collective brilliant accomplishments as they entered Rideau Hall as Vice-Regent and Consort -- all I could picture was the two of them creating the 45 months of pregnancy required to birth five daughters. The obtuse Ms. Petty had effectively reduced an august occasion to a tawdry circus of anyone-can-do-that...and added a "ha-ha-ha" to further diminish the serious affair. The whole mess jarred. Annother media "genius" asked the GG if he wasn't disappointed he had had no sons, after five daughters. Duh, duh and duh again!^#!! Wisely, Mr. Johnson said, "Obviously, you have not met my daughters." Well said. See, what have I been trying to tell you people! We have not come far by any stretch as women.