1. Let me direct your attention to the first paragraph of Maureen Dowd’s column, which is all about John Edwards’ hair.
Whether or not the country is ready to elect a woman president or a black president, it’s definitely not ready for a metrosexual in chief.
Keep in mind that this sort of thing won MoDo a Pulitzer Prize a few years back, and weep.
2. Let me direct your attention to the first paragraph of a front page article that pretty much encapsulates everything I hate about the New York Times.
Hundreds of thousands of New Yorkers live in the rough equivalent of private clubs — co-op apartment houses with rules that govern everything from admission to elevator-landing décor. In certain circles, the co-op-application-process horror story is as much a dinner-party cliché as the renovation-nightmare saga, the nursery-school-rejection narrative and indignation over excess packaging of food from Fresh Direct.
And good help is so hard to find …