Vanity Fair's Palin Profile Reads A Lot Like Its Clinton One
LatestThe inevitable backlash to Todd Purdum‘s Sarah Palin profile has begun: Bill Kristol called it a “hit piece” and outed Steve Schmidt as the source of the postpartum depression gossip. But, given Purdum’s Bill Clinton profile, perhaps that’s premature.
Having read both profiles, I think it’s possible that Todd Purdum is just a jerk obsessed with politicians’ reproductive organs, an itchy finger on the “narcissist” trigger (project much?), and a love of wallowing in anonymous sources. Not convinced? Let’s look at the evidence.
Their sex lives
One would think, based on reputation alone, that there wouldn’t be much to dissect about Sarah Palin‘s sex life… and, yet, Purdum’s fascination with Bill Clinton‘s cock carries over to the Alaska Governor’s reproductive tract.
Even though Purdum conceded that there is no evidence that Clinton has been anything less than faithful to his wife lately, he couldn’t resist speculating about it with absolutely no evidence.
But among the not-so-small cadre of Clinton friends and former aides, concern about the company the boss keeps is persistent, palpable, and pained. No former president of the United States has ever traveled with such a fast crowd, and most 61-year-old American men of Clinton’s generation don’t, either. “I just think those guys are radioactive,” one former aide to Clinton who is still in occasional affectionate touch with him told me recently, referring to Burkle and (to a lesser extent) Bing. “I stay far away from them.”
Another former aide, trusted by Clinton for his good judgment, said, “On the sort of money, women, all that stuff … I’m the bad guy. All this stuff is kept away from me. Whatever they’re doing, they definitely view me as somebody you cannot confide in.”
A longtime Clinton-watcher, who has had ties to the former president since his first campaign for governor of Arkansas, said of Clinton’s sometimes questionable associations, “I don’t know what to make of any of that, if it’s a voyeuristic experience, or if he’s participating in it.”
See? Aides who are so close to Clinton they know (or think they know) what he does with his dick are concerned that he might be doing something with his dick, so he must be doing something with his dick!
On Palin, Purdum professes himself amazed that a pre-menopausal — and attractive — woman could ascend to political heights.
The clouds of tabloid conflict and controversy that swirl around her and her extended clan-the surprise pregnancies, the two-bit blood feuds, the tawdry in-laws and common-law kin caught selling drugs or poaching game-give her family a singular status in the rogues’ gallery of political relatives. By comparison, Billy Carter, Donald Nixon, and Roger Clinton seem like avatars of circumspection. Palin’s life has sometimes played out like an unholy amalgam of Desperate Housewives and Northern Exposure.
Another aspect of the Palin phenomenon bears examination, even if the mere act of raising it invites intimations of sexism: she is by far the best-looking woman ever to rise to such heights in national politics, the first indisputably fertile female to dare to dance with the big dogs.
Hmm, well, off the top of my head, I would guess that former beauty queen and Michigan governor Jennifer Granholm and New York Senator Kirsten Gillibrand might object to Palin being called the best looking (or only fecund) women elected to high political office, if Congresswoman Stephanie Herseth Sandlin didn’t qualify as only one of 435.
But Purdum likes to dispense with sexytime early in his pieces, so he can get straight to the projection psychoanalysis.