Disclaimer: At some point during one’s life, one becomes aware that some of the things one feels are so totally normal that one believes nearly everyone feels the same way. I have found out late in life that relatively few people share my horror of enclosed, no-exit, one-way enforced foot traffic. What is that, you say? Like the Holocaust Museum in Washington, D.C., for example. Everyone moves in one direction along a relatively narrow walkway, there are no windows and no shortcuts. I literally ran through the exhibit. The Doge in Venice- after about 20 minutes of winding through it, I finally knocked down some French tourists and jumped a cordon to escape.
The other thing I really, really can’t abide but apparently no one else is really bothered by, is talking about or to people who are naked while doing everyday activities that one normally associates with the clothed. If I’m talking to you on the phone and you don’t have your clothes on, don’t tell me. If you want to discuss Bill Clinton’s presidency in detail, find someone else. If I know you in a fully clothed capacity, for the most part, I never want to see a picture of you in swim trunks, which is why I never look at photo albums on Facebook (there are exceptions, but they are mostly very, very good looking.)
Which is why I really, really was feeling battered by Eric Massa’s little tidbit (so to speak) about the nude shower encounter with Rahm Emanuel. After I got over my initial “EEEEEUUUUWWWW!!” I thought one thing: I can’t imagine- really- I can’t imagine that anything about Rahm Emanuel naked would make him more intimidating/impressive/attractive. Sorry: but if Ann Coulter (by way of Monica Lewinsky) can say about Bill Clinton, “Think of a thumb” then I can say that if I had been Eric Massa, I would have pointed and laughed. I mean, please.
On the plus side for Rahm, on the creepozoid Richter Scale, Eric Massa is about an 11, so even though no one really doubts that the Psycho Shower Scene took place, or could have, I think we’re all kind of amazed that there were no details of a more disgusting nature.
Oh, look: no “Trashy Crazy Gossip” category on The View. Tsk.