Discussion of the Day: How Dare She?
Courtesy of DemocraticUnderground:
Behold the slow-motion trainwreck of highly-politicized partisans getting their loyalties all in a bunch over Elizabeth Edwards’ new book, Resilience.
Who to support: the cancer-stricken woman scorned or the progressive political hero?
Enjoy.
AuthorScoop
May 5th, 2009 at 10:09 am
I read the excerpt from Time magazine and am not surprised by the avalanche that’s developed over at DU. The book is a strange thing for Elizabeth Edwards to have done (particularly in the language she uses to weigh sympathy towards her poor, hypnotized and victimized husband) but, then again, it’s a strange thing to have happened to her.
Politicians and extra-marital affairs go together like bread and butter, but for it to have happened while his wife of nearly three decades was in chemo? I don’t know that it’s extra sleazy, because I could never know (nor would I want to) the dynamics of their relationship. All I do know is that if he had a shred of decency, he’d pick a different line of work. By all rights, he should be ruined, if only for the sake of appearances. American politics is dismal enough.
So, as far as Ms. Edwards goes, I think any of the arguments could be true as to why she chose to write the silly/ugly saga into her book. It could be out of anger, a chance to kick him in the head with soft words that let her come out looking at least somewhat noble. It could be shrewd damage control. It could be that she’s facing imminent death and can’t stand never having the chance to process this out in gradual parcels like other betrayed spouses get to do - with her friends, her family, her therapist, whatever. She has to work through it in triple-time. I don’t envy that.
And on a purely personal note, I’ve always found John Edwards repulsive. He fairly reeks of insincerity, often played out as sopping, inappropriate theater. I get the feeling he’d wear his underpants on his head and paint himself with the guano of choleric endangered bats to convince voters of his huge capacity for caring. It’s creepy.
The notion of anyone hanging around just for the chance to make goo-goo eyes and tell him how hot he is really just works out to a trip to the medicine chest for the Pepto Bismol for me.
Blech.
May 5th, 2009 at 11:07 am
and now… the oprah appearance:
http://www.nydailynews.com/gossip/2009/05/05/2009-05-05_elizabeth_edwards_interview_with_oprah_no_idea_if_john_edwards_fathered_rielle_h.html
May 5th, 2009 at 1:32 pm
What the hell do you do with 28,000 square feet of house? I’m never going to complain about vacuuming again.
May 5th, 2009 at 1:46 pm
“What the hell do you do with 28,000 square feet of house?”
understand and empathize with the struggles of the common man, silly.
May 5th, 2009 at 2:28 pm
But what if I really, really, really want to understand the plight of the rich man. Will he help me?
May 5th, 2009 at 3:06 pm
if you have someone you want to sue, yes.
May 5th, 2009 at 3:26 pm
Oh, I do, Mr. Haskins. You can bet your boots, I do. And I do mean your boots.