Reject hubby’s french fry shtick, please, Mrs. Cruz

Dear Mrs. Cruz, From one Heidi to another, please tell your husband you want a better role than the anti-Michelle Obama.

You and I both know that’s how he was painting you when he told the group of Jefferson, Iowa, school kids, “If Heidi Cruz becomes first lady, french fries are coming back to the cafeteria.” Back to the drawing board, please. First of all, Michelle Obama is awesome. If you don’t know this yet, read “Michelle Obama: A Life” (Knopf ) by Northwestern University journalism professor Peter Slevin, who followed the Obamas for four years on the campaign trail.

Second of all, french fries are worthless. Filled with trans fats, slathered in salt and nutritionally bankrupt, they’re hardly the thing standing between our school kids and success. (“If Heidi Cruz becomes first lady, well-stocked libraries are coming back to schools.” Now that I could get behind.) But junk food? Please don’t go along with your husband throwing kids under the bus, healthwise, to score cheap points with Obama haters.

Third of all, the last thing this election cycle needs is more anti-woman nonsense. You know as well as anyone that we’re still saddled with Donald Trump, and he’s about as disastrous for women as they come. Did you see the chart of gendered insults lobbed at journalist Megyn Kelly by his supporters? It ain’t pretty.

The sexist vitriol spewed at Hillary Clinton — often by fellow Democrats — is demoralizing. Carly Fiorina gets her share of it too.

Don’t settle for this baloney. Stand out from your crowd. You’re an investment manager at Goldman Sachs, for Pete’s sake! You went to Harvard Business School! You grew up watching your friends named Kim and Sarah and Amy buy magnets and key chains and bracelets with their names on them, while you desperately scanned the H’s knowing Heidi would never, ever appear! (I feel your pain.)

Tell your husband you’re not interested in picking on Michelle Obama, and you’re not interested in peddling french fries. Tell him he needs to find a less accomplished, less educated lackey if he plans to keep pandering to people whose votes can be won with junk food.

You can do this, Heidi. For you. For women. For America.