Maybe it’s just me, but I’ve never felt particularly compelled to bash my ex. Then again, I’ve never had to sit next to her during a televised panel discussion, either.
I’ll have to agree with KingShamus that the spectacle was a bit “cringe-worthy,” but I came away with two halves of a single thought: it would be nice to find someone as apparently unflappable, and as comely, as Helen Rittelmeyer.
I will, however, put that thought out of my mind, and toss something else into the fray. A friend of mine snarfed this, she says, off Todd Seavey’s blog three years ago. (I checked the link: it came back 404ed.) It’s not by Seavey himself, but by a commenter identified as “Sean.” The advice, I think, is worthwhile, and not just to guys who act up on C-Span:
But having an ivy-league college degree puts you at distinct disadvantage. You’re a member of the human race, not the ideas and concepts race. Not the rumination and reflections and retroflections race. The blood, guts, steel, broken glass, limited warranty, the shit just hit the fan and good night sleep and hot meal race.
Unfortunately, after that it dissolves into an unreasonable facsimile of Roissyan gamesmanship. Still, I can’t argue with the last line:
Take your life with the two hands you’ve got and tear off what you want. That’s what everyone else around you is doing, and brother if you come to the barbecue and leave with clean hands, it’s nobody’s fault but yours.
Did anyone remember to bring napkins?