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Re: the exposé of the abortive hookup with Christine O'Donnell by a young Philadelphian. A great many people seem to be congratulating themselves for condemning the indiscretion of the piece and also for sympathising with O'Donnell. But that's a bullshit reaction. O'Donnell doesn't deserve the least bit of sympathy. She is not a private citizen anymore, she's running for high public office; moreover she hasn't ever really done anything professionally but run for public office -- it's her grift as it were. So, just on that account she loses a fair amount claim to privacy. But any claim that she may have had left should be forfeit to the fact that she promies if elected to do all she can to intrude the state into the most private matters of everybody in the country.

The writer of the piece in Gawker comes off as callow and extremely conventional, but let’s not forget that O'Donnell is a woman who won her spot on the ticket by implying her Republican opponent was gay. I’d say O’Donnell’s defenders would have more of a case if he’d actually had sex with her and then told the tale. But what happened here was way weirder and less moral than that, and a bit more reflective of O’Donnell’s whackjob toxicity.

Let’s review: O’Donnell shows up on an unnounced booty-call at the home of her aunt’s tenant (bit of a power play there), on the strength of a brief meeting months before; she drags the guy out and leads him in drunken merriment, then persuades him to help her ditch her wing so that she may go home with him discretely. When she gets him back to his home she announces there won’t be any sex because she’s a virgin. She’s done everything she can to lead him to expect sex, which she then denies. That’s her legal right of course, and for a gal of 16 or 18 or 22 it’s more common and maybe more understandable. But it’s a rally bizarre piece of work for a fortyish woman to pull on a 20-something man, and she’s very lucky the guy didn’t toss her out into the night, or worse, drunk as he also was. (Not that tossing her etc would have been right either.)
Anyway, the story is not som much about an odd drunken hookup per se; it’s about something a lot more pathologically manipulative, and… entitled. Sorry Amanda, O'Donnell's not just a confused girl out for fun, she's a powertripping, hypcritical, manipulative, prick-tease.

Maybe it could have been told more tastefully, but I think if you’re paying attention and not just clutching your pearls, it adds valuable inside information to the dossier on this Tea Party darling. These people are not simply misguided, they are malignantly twisted in their souls, down to the smallest aspect of their lives it often seems. It’s foolish and dangerous to pretend otherwise.