I’m not going to say anything about the Bush twins. Don’t even ask me. I was 22 years old once, and I could scarcely have done a better job than Beavis and Butthead did last night. Plus, I wasn’t nearly as lovely and well-dressed. And I went to a college that isn’t even fit to be mentioned in the same breath as Yale.
Still, I had adult supervision, of a sort. No one said, “Hey, let’s put Nance on national television and give her a bunch of stillborn one-liners to read.” You want people to act their age, and while Jenna and NotJenna (credit: TBogg) acted their age, the adults in charge of scheduling didn’t.
But I will say this: I do wonder what the GOP would have said if young Chelsea Clinton had done the same thing in whenever-it-was-that-she-was-22. I wonder how many tiresome Michelle Malkin and Mona Charen and Kathleen Parker columns we’d have to read about “inappropriate” young people, and blah blah blah don’t respect their elders and blah blah blah she drinks you know and blah blah blah.
And just for grins, I wonder how many congressional hearings we’d be having iif a nationally known Democratic governor had posed in the nude — and for Robert Mapplethorpe, yet.
But mostly, I don’t think about this. I go to bed at the crack of sunset these days, and I can’t think about much after 7 p.m. I do my thinking in the wee hours, and after I arrive at work at the insanely early hour of 5 a.m., which is a great time to get the jump on world news, since most of the world’s been rocking and rolling for half a day already. Unfortunately, most of the world’s news is depressing. Damn Chechens.
Back-to-school night, last night. We had the profoundly empathetic experience of sitting in Kate’s little chair, hearing her teachers give us the lowdown. We hadn’t planned to be in Fort Wayne this long, but one bright spot is her school, which I think I love. She goes to a magnet school, emphasizing fine arts, which means that part of her schooling will include piano lessons and something called Introduction to Puppets. Next year, if she’s still here, and I doubt she will, she can join Third Grade Clowns. Oh, God help me.