2003-04-29 - 7:00 p.m.
All hail la Lewinsky!
I feel a lot better than I did yesterday. I re-read the email I got from my friend with the whole “you made me uncomfortable” thing. It wasn’t as harsh as I thought, I guess. Still stings a little, but the ball’s in his court now. If he wants to talk to me, he can, but I’m not going to email him anymore, not for a while. I guess I kind of just need to sit back and let him come to me instead of fawning over him. I refuse to be the Helena to his Demetrius.
But wait—didn’t Demetrius eventually turn around and pant every time Helena walked by?
Yeah, he did. But that was because of the DRUGS.
But anyway. I had a mostly pleasant evening yesterday. I watched Manor House on PBS, and people, that is some GOOD SHIT. Hot footmen. Proper butler. Annoyingly cute kid. Bastard lord of the manor. It’s on again tonight, but tonight is American Idol night... Hmm. Decisions, decisions. I could, of course, set my freakin’ VCR and be done with the whole thing.
I also watched Mr. Personality, which meant that I missed the second hour of Manor House, but they’ll rerun it. Watching Mr. P. is such a guilty pleasure, but it’s such a good guilty pleasure that I don’t care. It also brings up some interesting questions in my poor, addled, over-imaginative brain.
Monica Lewinsky. Poor Monica. I’ve always felt kinda bad for Monica; at least, I’ve never felt that she deserved to be vilified the way she was. I mean, she’s no victim, don’t get me wrong, but it takes two to tango. Bubba wasn’t screaming as she pulled down his pants and started worshipping little Willie. And as Chris Rock says, “He lied about a blow job so his wife wouldn’t find out!” What’s so wrong about that? Call me naive, but if that’s what it takes to run the country, so be it. I wouldn’t want a president so crazed by unreleased testosterone that he slept with every hot spy the Russians could come up with. I honestly believe that the Clinton marriage is a business partnership more than anything else; they’re probably best friends, and if that works for them, great. I’m sure Hillary’s getting her rocks off somewhere, too. Dolly Parton’s been married to her husband FOREVER, and they have an admittedly open marriage. It’s not for everybody, but it works for them. Cool.
So, back to Monica. Ah, Monica. She gave all the zaftig girls hope. I look at her and I see myself, except not quite as vapidly pretty and not quite as styled. Medium height. Blue eyes. Dark hair. Jewish. Eastern European ancestry. Curves. A nice, fleshy ass. Yup, I’m like Monica. And the former President of the United States thinks I’m hot! Woo hoo! What more could a moderately-liberal-Democrat-Jewish girl want?
I love Monica as the host of this show. She’s catty and funny, and she does her job well. I mean, she’s not the most natural on-camera personality ever, but she beats the shit out of that freakazoid Alex McLeod. And when she was writing down the gifts that Hayley got, I was thinking, “Gee, Monica, how’s that for a Bat Mitzvah flashback?” But I don’t think Monica’s nearly as bad as many other people do. I don’t blame her for getting involved with Bill. Would I have done the same thing? I don’t know, to be honest. I hear he’s pretty freakin’ charismatic. Would I blow him in the office? Probably not, but that’s mostly because I would be so afraid that people would see that I’d clam up. I like my encounters to be private, dontcha know, and hopefully with a bed around. And people dogging her for taking this gig—wouldn’t you? I mean, come on. Someone says to you, “Hey, here’s a million bucks to stand there and smile and wear a pretty dress.” I’d do it in a second.
Do I respect Monica? Not particularly. She hasn’t done anything all that great, and maybe she’s made some wrong moves after the whole Starr Report thing went down (Ken Starr should get into the porn-writing business; he’d be good at it), but I don’t think she’s horrible for it. She did what she thought she had to do. Which is cool. She’ll always be the girl who blew the President, but she’s trying to turn that around. Good for her.
