Hillary Clinton and her non-plunging neckline
The one thing I can say about the perpetual Silly Season of the Permanent Political campaign cycle is that it does tell us about whichever individuals or clusters are putting out the particular silliness at any particular time. Take the issue of Hillary Clinton’s cleavage.
Think about this for a moment. I can probably figure out the manner in which this little nugget passed through various channels of communication into a controversy, and find the original source, but I do not really want to. I want to suggest the absurdity that somebody looked at Hillary Clinton on CSPAN and chomped at the bit about something less than what a normal person would notice as cleavage.
Do I dare show you a picture of cleavage?
Actually I probably should have made it a point to find something non-blond for that one.
One snippet from this ridiculous brohauhau:
Harwood then asserted: “When you look at the calculation that goes into everything that Hillary Clinton does, for her to argue that she was not aware of what she was communicating by her dress is like Barry Bonds saying he thought he was rubbing down with flaxseed oil.”
Yes. Hillary Clinton was hypnotizing the 18 to 35 year old male voter, prying them loose from their Jessica Alba posters and various pornographic and semi-pornographic images, getting us all to chant “Must. Vote. Hillary. Cleaveage.”
Really. How did anybody notice this? Every answer to that question that I can think of does not really make any sense — it is beyond my comprehension.
Does this Harwood character really have a hard on for a rather asexual looking 60-something year old woman? Is somebody going to go ahead and comment on Hillary Clinton’s shoes and just make this more blatant?
On the other hand, maybe this is for the best. Otherwise we would all have to come to grips with candidate Barack Obama’s positioning to prove he can be a hawk by promoting the idea of invading Pakistan — something everybody with any brain knows is never going to happen, ever.