Wiener Roast

I’ve owned the George Forman indoor/outdoor grill for the better part of a decade. It is a wonderful machine. I’m reminded of this almost every night here in DC, because after a few years in storage, it has emerged like an O.G. prize fighter. It’s grillin like the champ it’s named after. Back in my East Village days, I had an annual Wiener Roast on my roof. It was classic New York. My roof on E. 9th street and 2nd avenue had 360 degree views of the 5 boroughs, albeit accessible only by climbing 7 flights of stairs. It managed around 20 of my closest friends without feeling crammed to the brim. And my Forman cooked wiener after wiener, no problem.

Speaking of wieners (segue way indeed) the latest to be grilled is of course the NY Representative. What a douche bag. It’s becoming exhausting that powerful men in this day and age still think they need sex so bad and still think they can get away with soliciting smut. While this is no IMF scandal, it does remind professional hard working women like me that while men no longer grab us on the ass at work, we still have to deal with sexism. My gorgeous blonde hair blue eyed big boobed friend Amy tells me receiving lewd pictures via text or twitter is commonplace. Sigh.

This morning as I listened to some stupid pundit wax lyrical about the bigger issue of Anthony’s super ego, I rolled my eyes and thought, no he’s just a dumb guy. A really really dumb guy. It also made me question what it must be like to be an elected official in this country. What must the view be like from that side of power that one thinks he can engage in such degrading behavior and still govern people.

The only moment of hilarity in all of this was the notable absence of this discussion during the Eliot Spitzer hour on CNN last night. The scandal of Weiner’s admission broke literally minutes before his broadcast and I can imagine how the conversation with the producer went:

ES: “No way, Jose”
P: “Come on, we have to. It’s breaking now. Now now”
ES: “No way, Jose”
P: “Come on, we have to. He lied to our very own Wolfie. NO ONE lies to Wolfie
and gets away with it!”
ES: “No way, Jose. ”
P: “Sigh, I guess we’ll have to wait an entire hour and go with that clown
celebri-news guy Piers then.”
ES: “La la la not listening.”

Sure enough, the very second CNN kicked Spitzer off the stage, in comes Piers with the breaking news (minus 1 hour). The hour that was supposed to be Mitt’s was spent dissecting and diagnosing wieners. Poor Mitt, can’t buy a headline…




*Note of correction: the Spitz did mention the story and make a brief passing acknowledgement of the familiar terrain...so what Wolfie wants, Wolfie gets, but I still imagine the above conversation took place!