You're not a hostess at Hooters, you work at the White House! KENNEDY's maternal warning to the scantily clad correspondent moaning about her 'fashion' critics

They say dress for the job you want.

Apparently freshly minted White House Correspondent Natalie Winters wants to be a hostess at Hooters.

23-year-old Winters – a co-host on Trump-friendly jailbird Steve Bannon's podcast – announced her new title in an Instagram post on Tuesday, posing like a facetuned Barbie in a thigh-flashing skirt on the White House front lawn.

For those hungry for more, you'll find countless other thirst-inducing snaps on her social media along with a video (I kid you not) of Winters jumping on a trampoline in a teeny-tiny tennis skort.

Now, don't get me wrong. I'm no prude. I worked at MTV in the 90s.

I also once peeled an inebriated Courtney Love off wet grass as she floundered around with her dress over her head and a Manolo Blahnik stuck in the mud amid a Percocet bender.

But there's a time and place for flagrant displays.

So listen, Natalie, here's my advice – and not only as a fellow super-hot, whip-smart journalist/influencer, but also as a mom of two daughters.

If my 19-year-old had an Instagram reel like yours, I'd be asking myself how I failed her.

I also happen to work at Fox News with two of the smartest, classiest - and let's be honest - most beautiful women to have ever graced the West Wing: Dana Perino and Kayleigh McEnany.

These ladies competed against the very best in journalism and politics, and won plum roles running the White House communications shop by being better than anyone else up for the job.

And let me tell you, they didn't get there by dressing like morning-shift dancers.

Of course, the easiest way for an attractive young woman to get attention is to air out her soft assets. The harder thing to do is to make people drool over your big brain.

And please, Natalie, quit playing the victim.

She's been sounding off on social at her 'fashion' critics, warning them not to 'go to war' with her. But you can't exactly scream, 'Hey, look at me!', then whine when people actually see you – along with all the bouncy bits.

As for her suggestion that this is a 'liberal' attack, if former CNN badboy Jim Acosta had shown up to the White House in a rainbow tube top and rollerblades, I'd have put his butt on blast, too.

I wish you have a long and prosperous career, Natalie. Now it's time to zip it up and get on with the day job.

Shut it, Selena 

Sobby songstress Selena Gomez quickly deleted a weepy Insta vid that she hastily blasted out to her 422 million followers on Monday.

She was blubbering like a buffoon over recent ICE raids rounding up convicted child rapists and murderers for deportation.

'All my people are getting attacked,' she snot-whined.

My people?

I love her makeup line, but I'd love it more if she kept her achingly liberal obliviousness to herself.

Mahomes misery 

On the eve of Super Bowl week Patrick Mahomes's family is struggling with a bittersweet moment as they celebrate the birth of his child #3, Golden Raye, all while his grandfather Randy enters hospice care.

Patrick's mom Randi (with an 'i' not a 'y') announced the sad news to the world, leaving many of us asking: what's in a name?

Hollow hearted

Ever the lady, Kim K is selling a Skims sweetheart thong – $28 – just in time for V Day.

With its massive and inconveniently placed heart-shaped cut out, you'll need a good waxer on retainer to pull off this look.

Benched beauty 

The 24-year-old plaything of former NFL coaching legend Bill Belichick, 72, may have her eyes set on a tiara to compliment her bulging beau's eight Super Bowl rings.

After placing 2nd in 2024's Miss Maine pageant, she posed up last weekend with bevy of New England beauty queens, fueling speculation that she's ready to compete again.

So, will the greatest coach of all-time teach her how to win it all?

After Tom Brady, Jordan wouldn't be the biggest diva Bill has ever handled.

Wintour's over 

Melania Trump's new power-suit official portrait clearly rankled the fashion snobs over at Vogue, who bitchily described her as looking like a 'freelance magician'.

Back on Planet Reality, we can all agree that she looks hot enough to melt the icy towers of Condé Nasty.

Meghan in a jam

Duchess Jam Jar appears to have suffered another setback on the high heels of that unflattering Vanity Fair article.

She's decided to 'push back' the release of her hotly anticipated (notly!) new podcast episodes just days after she delayed her Netflix cooking show.

For the latter postponement, she blamed the LA wildfires.

As someone who has been personally affected as a Pacific Palisades homeowner, I haven't stopped working, nor has anyone else I know in the area, many of whom actually lost their homes.