I’ve only been adult enough to listen to NPR (regularly) for about two weeks now. So, I can’t say I’m always up on the latest budget news or can tell you exactly where the count is on soldiers dead in Iraq, but I know what I know of the last two weeks and all of a sudden I feel politically minded and ready to argue my points on my little widdle blog. I may even have picked up a newspaper or two just to make sure NPR wasn’t pulling my leg a few times. One of my favorite talk shows on NPR is Diane Rehm because she sounds like an women straight out of the twenties with a feather in her headband, smoking a cigarette donning a theater length holder. Basically, I see her as an older version of Rosanne mixed with Cruella Deville. Her voice just has that, “I’m fabulous and antique” sound to it.
I’m sure she regularly spouts out Oscar Wilde quotes like, “A cigarette is the perfect type of a perfect pleasure. It is exquisite, and it leaves one satisfied. What more could one want?” You know, in her free time, lounging on her Freudian sofa and drinking studly-butler-made cocktails. I google imaged pictures of her and wish I hadn’t because now my imaginary Diane Rehm has been taken over by this Paula-Deen-look-a-like. So, I recommend listening and taking on my description instead of googling her big, white hair. (But now you’re curious aren’t you)?
Anyway, enough about her, personally. Today on her show, she was talking about the recent lude picture/text message/e-mail scandal of Anthony Weiner. And this morning she had three “experts” on the scandal discussing how Weiner should step down. And this is where I began to get a bit frustrated. The man has a wife yes, and he sent naked photographs and dirty “childish” text messages to six women (so far) over the internet. Otherwise, there was no interaction. He didn’t pull a John Edwards and make any love children, or an Arnold and sleep with his household staff (Arnold who is also a Governor already stepped down (thanks comments), or cock a woman over his office desk, he JUST SENT A FEW NAKED PHOTOS. I mean we sit here and eat this shit up when Perez Hilton announces that once again, Paris Hilton has slipped her panties off getting into her limousine after leaving a night club. We openly giggle when Kim Kardashian has a sex tape going for millions on the porn market. And then when Weiner sends his middle-aged penis out to a few women we get caught up in a lightning match of people trying to persuade him to step down.
I know, I know, we want to hold our Congressmen and Congresswomen to another level of moral and ethical dignity and we expect them to be earthly saints, but is this at all practical? We expect them to have a hand in making our countries decisions. We expect them to take the worries of a town, state and nation on their shoulders and read our heartfelt letters about squashing the bill to lessen funds to Planned Parenthood and yet, when they send a few naked pictures over e-mail to women they don’t actually even know in real life, we erupt in an angry twitter. (Literally, twitter is exploding with Weiner rants).
I just don’t get it. I’m definitely not condoning his behavior, because he’s married and obviously it’s wrong. I’m just not condoning our behavior as a nation to expect him to be a saint and above everyone else. Almost everyone on Rehm’s show agreed that he should probably step down. But two of the experts, thought that his crime was more than most financial crimes that Congressmen commit. For instance, they discussed how a woman called a bank and talked at length to the banks chief management because her husband was in the business of possibly purchasing the bank. How is this ANY DIFFERENT then a congress man letting his penis lead? She’s letting her husband in on special privileges, and got almost no flack, but this man who decided to stand in his bathroom, bare and free in the mirror and on his phone is being asked to step down.
By the way, my favorite quote that Weiner sent (because I did read them on the internet, I was fascinated and he’s surely a bit of a pick up artist…) is: “Caped crusader, looking for my sidekick.” I wish I could see the picture that went along with this text message (just a sidenote into my sick and twisted personality).
When did our nation become so prude, huh? Oh, I forgot, SINCE OUR HISTORY.
Why is it that a town in Alaska can have a group shower time, filled with hang-low breasts and moonshine cracks naked and blazin’, and our governer can’t share his birthday suit. If you want to know more about this place in Alaska, I suggest reading an AMAZING poem by my friend Sierra Golden, here.
Three arguements against Weiner:
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