Of all the questions the Spitzer scandal raises, the one I'm most curious about is this: How on earth did Spitzer induce his wife to stand wanly by his side after he'd just revealed himself to be such a cheesy, lying, cheating weasel? You just know she'd rather be putting his nuts in the panini press right about now rather than burnishing his family man cred at the zenith of his public humiliation.
I'm a live-and-let-live kinda gal, and it generally makes no nevermind to me what a person wants to do in his or her private life. But get a load of this "marketing" piece for Spitzer's tart-purveying outfit:
We specialize in marketing fashion models, pageant winners and exquisiteSweet Jesus, if you want a little on the side, get a little on the side. I don't approve, but it's not my business. But wouldn't you have to be an arrogant, entitled creep to see that kind of ad and think, "Hook me up!"? Gah.
students, graduates and women of successful careers (finance, art, media etc…)
to leading gentlemen of the world. Catering to clients who will not compromise
in any area of their life.
Posted by Betty Cracker at 3/11/2008 07:02:00 AM