So, perhaps I’m a horrible person, but I really just don’t care about this Weiner thing. Weiner doesn’t owe me an apology. And I got news for you: he doesn’t owe you one either. He didn’t cheat on you. And his sex life is NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS.
Also, everyone needs to unclutch his or her pearls. Did you REALLY not know that this sort of thing goes on on the Intratrons all the time? And did you really not know that in the battle between Common Sense and Penis, Penis almost always wins? Do I have to regale you with tales of how many times I’ve been hit on by married or “taken” men? Do I really have to tell you how easy it would be for me to strike up something untoward with a man just by sending him a picture of my boobs and a few naughty words to along with it? Jesus, people. You can’t all be this naive.
Weinergate is so boring. Can we please just move on?
I AM CRANKY. Sleep deprivation is a cruel mistress, and so am I.