The Detroit City Council has been getting a lot of media love lately. It's kind of thrilling.
I don't like to get too worked up about goings-on in the Coleman A. Young Municipal Center because, frankly, it's a bit of a freakshow. It's a shame, really, because a lot of real work does get done there, but you wouldn't know it from the insanity that occasionally ensues.
But I do have to remark about something that is actually kind of sweet that happens once a year in the Council Chambers. On her birthday each year Councilwoman Barbara-Rose Collins wears her birthday tiara to work.
Guess who just walked in wearing the SAME TIARA?
As far as BRC goes, I am not one of her fans. I worked for the U.S. House of Representatives in DC when she was a Congresswoman and thought she was a half-wit then, and I think she's a half-wit now. But people really seem to have latched onto her tiara-wearing as a symptom of the whole city's dysfunction, and I don't think that's fair. As a matter of fact, I don't think I want to live in a city where you can't wear a tiara on your birthday.
So keep it up BRC. You get a pass on the tiara from me. And I'm not even going to comment on the shoulder pads. Happy belated birthday.