James Taranto, Best of the Web Today, comments on Judith Warner's wetdream,
I Have a DreamAs Leo DeCaprio said in that movie with the title I can't remember, "I concur."
"All the news that's fit to print" is the New York Times's slogan, and columnist Judith Warner's nocturnal reveries somehow make the cut:The other night I dreamt of Barack Obama. He was taking a shower right when I needed to get into the bathroom to shave my legs, and then he was being yelled at by my husband, Max, for smoking in the house. It was not clear whether Max was feeling protective of the president's health or jealous because of the cigarette.Then a friend--unnamed, in one of journalism's small mercies--tells Warner that she is "miserable" because whereas she loathes her husband, Michelle Obama seems devoted to hers.
Warner, her journalistic appetite whetted, sets out to do some reporting:Many women--not too surprisingly--were dreaming about sex with the president. In these dreams, the women replaced Michelle with greater or lesser guilt or, in the case of a 62-year-old woman in North Florida, whose dream was reported to me by her daughter, found a fully above-board solution: "Michelle had divorced Barack because he had become 'too much of a star.' He then married my mother, who was oh so proud to be the first lady," the daughter wrote me.Does anyone remember when Bill Clinton was president and he forcibly groped a woman and carried on a tawdry affair with an intern, all in the Oval Office, and we were told to mind our own business because it was his "private life"?
There was some daydreaming too, much of it a collective fantasy about the still-hot Obama marriage. "Barack and Michelle Obama look like they have sex. They look like they like having sex," a Los Angeles woman wrote to me, summing up the comments of many. "Often. With each other. These days when the sexless marriage is such a big celebrity in America (and when first couples are icons of rigid propriety), that's one interesting mental drama."
The Obamas actually have a private life. Why is it acceptable for frustrated middle-aged women to air their feelings about it on the pages of the once-respectable New York Times?
Ladies, you asked for hope and change, and you got it. Now please, for the love of God, get a life.
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