While Emily of course questions the timing of this new Newt Gingrich revelation, there’s a greater mystery to be solved:
The real question here, though, is how a man who looks to be made of Legos kept (or keeps, for all we know) managing to convince women to have sex with him. I know power is supposed to be sexy, but let’s face it, power is not sexy enough to make up for Newt Gingrich. Nothing is. Not even the mental image of Daniel Craig shirtless on a pile of chocolate cake. The man has jowls. By all account, he has Princess Leia chained up in a metal bikini behind his desk. He probably has remnants of last night’s dinner trapped in his neck folds. Ladies, why?
Compare to, say, Matthew Jerome’s observation last spring:
Right now, in a Republican primary, Newt has all the sex appeal of a school bus fire.
Gingrich is a mere ten years older than I am, which gives me either hope or nausea. Not that there’s much difference between the two, really.