So that was Rep. Anthony Weiner’s trouser weasel (D-N.Y.) I spent last Tuesday staring at. He admitted as much to the world in a lugubrious news conference on Monday, apologizing and regretting with wild abandon.
As usual, the simplest explanation turned out to be the correct one. Forget complex hacks. This was just a slip of the message address — not a direct message, but a generally visible @ note, dispatching the infamous crotch shot to the entire online world.
I am not apologizing for Weiner. He did more than enough of that on his own. But it’s fair to note that New Idiocy is much easier and more mortifying than Old Idiocy. Before, sex scandals required leaving your chair. Now? Please. All you have to do is surround yourself with cats and caption a photo unwisely, and a few weeks later all heck breaks loose.
As usual, the simplest explanation turned out to be the correct one. Forget complex hacks. This was just a slip of the message address — not a direct message, but a generally visible @ note, dispatching the infamous crotch shot to the entire online world.
I am not apologizing for Weiner. He did more than enough of that on his own. But it’s fair to note that New Idiocy is much easier and more mortifying than Old Idiocy. Before, sex scandals required leaving your chair. Now? Please. All you have to do is surround yourself with cats and caption a photo unwisely, and a few weeks later all heck breaks loose.
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