still doing that thing she does
Hillary, her shrill voice much improved and lowered through brutal overstrain, has certainly gained confidence and performance skill on the campaign trail, but I still don’t trust her. The arrogant, self-absorbed Clintons have shown their unscrupulous hand to all who have eyes to see. Yes, Hillary may know the labyrinthine flow chart of the Washington bureaucracy, but her peripheral experiences as a gallivanting first lady scarcely qualify her to be commander in chief. On the contrary, her constant resort to schmaltzy videos and cheap entertainment riffs (“The Sopranos,” “Saturday Night Live”) has been depressingly unpresidential. Is this how she would govern?
Actually, yes. Mrs. Clinton does indeed to spend her first 100 days in office appearing on late-night comedy shows and filming campaign ads.
All that canned “softening” of Hillary’s image would have been unnecessary had she had greater personal resources to begin with. Her cutesy campaign has set a bad precedent for future women candidates, who should stand on their own as proponents of public policy.
First Hillary was a man-hating closeted lesbian who hurt women by making them look like power-hungry ball-smashers. Now she’s an unserious feminine softy who makes all chicks look wimpier than the goddamn Snuggles bear. Next week she’ll try to morph the two personae into a man-hating lesbian Snuggles bear incarnation of some kind; perhaps she could film commercials teaching us how to use fabric softener to keep our leather dominatrix gear extra, extra soft. Who knows! Whatever happens, Camille will hate her.
This, though, is money:
Nubile, exploited Monica Lewinsky will always hover around Hillary like ghostly baggage.
Is it possible for Salon to somehow refund me the three seconds I spent watching their Site Pass ad?
Gavin adds: You know, imagine it’s 1991, the year Sexual Personae: Art and Decadence from Nefertiti to Emily Dickinson came out in paperback. Subtract seventeen years, and it’s 1974. It’s 1991 right now, and we’ve been listening to this woman say the same things, over and over, since 1974.
No, think about it: We’re listening to, like, Jesus Jones doing ‘Right Here Right Now,’ and Paglia has been talking since Yes’s Relayer album came out. Would anybody have put up with that then? Wouldn’t somebody long since have remarked, “Hey, okay, that Relayer — stop playing that old stuff already, man; that stuff is so old“? Because honestly, it’s really gotten quite a bit past fresh at this point, hasn’t it?
Plus, if you want to get really scared, reflect on the fact that the manuscript for that book was completed ten years earlier. We’re talking The Beach Boys Christmas Album, relatively speaking.