That Woman

It was the hair that caught my attention. The girl walking south on Fifth Avenue near 9^th Street had black, thick, full hair, curled at the ends toward the neck. Like her hair, her clothes were black. The dress, jacket, shoes, and bag…all black. Her sunglasses were black, as was the cell phone in her right hand into which she was speaking.

She walked quickly, with her head tilted down. This was done both to conceal her identity as well to minimize the distance between the food in her left hand and her mouth.

That mouth. The entirety of her existence was in her mouth. Nothing else she ever did or said mattered. Nothing else she ever will do or will say will ever matter. She is forever cast in the role of the Mouth. Had she not formed a Presidential seal around The Chief Executive’s penis with that mouth, she would be just another pudgy young female Manhattanite living out a boring life.

Instead she is an author, the owner of a handbag company, and a corporate spokeswoman. From intern to bona fide international figure in just a few years. All because she showed her panties to the Commander-in-Chief and then blew him. A whole new life of agents and image consultants and interviews and meetings and travel. All because she sucked one very important man’s dick.

Jane Magazine, Jenny Craig, Barbara Walters. Known by kings and paupers around the world…all because she did what girls from Vermont do to keep their virginity.

DeToqueville wrote that a young man is attracted to war because it is the easiest path to glory. All he has to be willing to risk is his life. He doesn’t need to be smart or rich or particularly hard-working. He just has to be able to gamble everything he has for an immortal payoff. That always struck me as sad but true.

The Mouth revealed to me another sad-but-truism: All one needs to do today for the big payoff is drop on one’s knees in front of the right person and then tell the world about it.  All one needs to sacrifice for fame is one's dignity.

Had she just gone into seclusion after the whole impeachment mess, she might have at least inspired some public sympathy. But to cash in on giving oral to a married man makes her…well…kind of a whore.

I wish she’d just go away. I wish they’d all just go away.

Broadway Jim Sosnicky