Parker/Spitzer - Diva duel

Today's gossip about trouble on CNN's 8 pm show, Parker-Spitzer, was fun to read.

I do watch the show if the opportunity presents itself.  I recommend everyone watch it.  And, sad for Ms. Parker, the reason to watch is Eliot Spitzer.

I can understand Kathleen Parker's nervous breadown.  She is a brainy babe used to having everyone's attention.  She has never before encountered a troglodyte diva like Eliot Spitzer before.  Spitzer has turned cro-magnon bad-looks into charisma.  He wears more eye-liner than Marylin Manson but still it is his bulging, blooming eyes that have your attention. 

Oh.  And Spitzer had very expensive sex with a hooker.  Of the kinky requests he made, keeping his socks on is the closest thing to normal about him.  That fact doesn't condemn him.  There he is, jutting his chin out like its the Titanic half-way cross the pond, smiling through it.  It becomes another check mark on the charisma charter.  Hutzpah ain't nothing.

Case in point.  The show cuts to commercial but teases us with a trailer for the next segment.  The "political panel" (read: seven shades of commie) are going to say pithy things about how crazy everybody off the island of Manhattan is.  The big line comes from some chick in funk-glasses, who says, "Republicans and Democrats are like my marriage.  I say, 'no sex until you start washing the dishes.'  So now no one in my house is getting laid and the dishes are piling up."

Anywhere, that's just a line.  With Spitzer it becomes an awesome, awkward silence.  You know his knee-jerk response to that joke would be, "what? your husband should have sex with a hooker.  Here are three numbers for him to call.  Tell him to tell the people who answer the numbers that Mr. TV sent him."

But he will stop himself.  You, in the privacy of your own home, can make the comeback for him and laugh a good belly full.