Weiner or no Weiner, Hillary Clinton is likely to be our next president.
But she can’t seem to escape insatiable men.
She married one — for better, for “bimbo eruptions,” for two terms in the White House, for impeachment.
She’s in the climactic week of a grotesque battle with another. If she prevails, his boasts of sexual aggression will partly be why.
And if she fails? Again there’s a priapic protagonist. The FBI wouldn’t be examining Anthony Weiner’s laptop if he hadn’t invited so many strangers to examine his lap, and her fate is enmeshed once more with the wanton misdeeds of the weaker sex.
Over so many of her travails hangs a cloud of testosterone.
No woman before her earned a major party’s presidential nomination, drawing this close to the Oval Office. Should she reach that milestone and make that history, she’d probably also work with a Congress in which there are more female lawmakers than ever before.