There were lots of moments in Jason Horowitz's piece in The Washington Post yesterday morning about presidential candidate Mitt Romney's high-school days at the elite Cranbrook Schools in Michigan.
But as a confessed media nerd, this was the moment that made my heart stop:(8)
"But, you know, when we think about our faith, the thing at root that we think about is, not only Christ sacrificing himself on our behalf, but it’s also the Golden Rule, you know, treat others the way you would want to be treated."
Don't call any former aides to ex-governor David Paterson at 10 p.m. tonight.
That's when ABC debuts its new show, "Scandal," based on crisis consultant Judy Smith.
Monstrously antifeminist, corny, and bloated (each episode is two hours long), it has all the intuitive appeal of the Holy Roman Empire. I've watched every minute of the last few seasons, including the spin-off "The Bachelorette"—even if this is only a little toe dipped into the sea of their twenty-three combined seasons. The show’s appeal is that most other reality TV offers up lives and locales (tattoo parlors, fashion designers, the mega-rich, the mega-fat, teen moms) that are hyperspecific and alien to most of us—while "The Bachelor," presenting head-on a dime-store romance set in exotic locales, lets slip through the High Definition cracks the grinding banality and burning humiliation of sharing oneself with another person. We all know these feelings.(2)