Anthony and Huma-A Photo Finish!
Here's what I would do if I was Huma Abadein: I would make myself a nice cup of espresso and sit down in my kitchen with the New York Times Style Section, or maybe the Book Review. As I read it cover to cover, I may have a biscotti or something. An almond one, maybe drizzled with a little dark chocolate? I love those.
When I was finished I would rinse my cup in the sink but I wouldn't put it in the dishwasher. Let HIM do it. Let him do SOMETHING around here as he will now have plenty of time to dick around, (excuse the pun) now that the New York Daily News (among others) has given him the heave ho.
Then I would go upstairs to my bedroom and pull down my Louis Vuitton duffel. (She probably has a Louis Vuitton right? I mean I doubt she travels with a ripped Samsonite that she bought at Burlington Coat Factory) I would peruse my closet, pick out a few key pieces, some work clothes and some weekend things, you know, a good pair of jeans and a few t shirts. Definitely need a sweater to throw over the shoulders in the evening. I would place them in the duffel, leaving plenty of room at the top for my skincare products, hair products, and other necessary beautifying paraphernalia.
Then I would go into my little boy's room. From the top of his closet I would take down his little Kids Pottery Barn rolling back pack and fill it with his clothes, his favorite stuffed animals, and of course his blankie. Then, I would pick my little man up from the floor where he is sitting and playing with some educational toy, Baby Einstein or something, kiss his cheek and hold him close to me. And then, clutching him to my chest... I WOULD RUN LIKE A MOTHER FU***R!
Yes, someone once again snitched on Weiner and THIS time, we've really had it. (And by WE, I mean Huma and his various employers. I certainly don't know the man.) Sure we are all thinking, "Huma! What took you so long?" I guess, she figured, you know, a few dick pics, just harmless fun. But throw, your kid in there? GAME OVER.
Now I can't begin to imagine what was going through HIS mind. I mean this is a smart, educated man! How does he NOT know that this shit is going to hit the fan, especially now that the whole Ryan Lochte thing is dying down. More importantly, why does he think we all want to see his penis? I can't speak for everyone but...you know...dude. EW.
Now, obviously, I don't know Huma. I don't get out much. I have had the same two friends since junior high, and by that I mean I have two friends. I'm good with that. I mean, I love the SOUND of meeting new people. I love the SOUND of going to parties where I picture myself holding court, with excitement buzzing through the room, (OMG Who IS that delightful, thin, gorgeous woman over there?) The reality is, when I enter a party I grab a glass of wine and head to a corner. If someone approaches me, I'm like a deer in the headlights. I see them coming closer and I begin to sweat as I prepare to wow them with a stimulating conversation opener. "Hi," I say. "Can you believe they are taking Everybody Loves Raymond off of Netflix?" This usually does the trick as they continue past me to the hummus.
Anyway, back to Huma. Why did she put up with it for so long? I have a theory and again, I am only speaking for myself so don't get all "I am woman hear me roar," on me. She put up with it because 1. She had made a plan for her life and it included being married to and having children with Anthony Weiner and 2. She thought she could change him. Sometimes, we just don't want to see what is right there in front of us, whether it is a big red star on your husband's Day-Timer marking another woman's birthday or, in Huma's case, pictures of his penis on the Internet, that HE PUT THERE. (Not like Jon Hamm who due to no fault of his own has a whole website devoted to his penis, but that's another story.)
First, you try to make sense of it. She's just a friend. Don't we all try to remember our friend's birthdays? Isn't it a nice and thoughtful thing he's doing?
So, Huma thinks, "It's his penis, yes, but there must be a reason for it." A perfectly good reason for your husband to send these pics out into the internet and to young girl's cell phones. There HAS to be a reason other than he is one sick puppy.
And then, there are apologies, there are " I will stop it, I will never do it again," and you work so hard to make sure your life is back on track. Sure, you still check the cell phone now and then, you still try and crack the password on the laptop, and there are days when it's hard, SO hard to keep believing that you have fixed it.
Finally, something happens and you realize, it's done. It's over. ENOUGH. And, my guess is this is where Huma finds herself now. But isn't she like besties with Hillary? I am sure she will have plenty to keep her busy in the upcoming years, plus she's super smart and now has a beautiful little boy. She will be fine. He, I'm guessing, will never live this down. Remember what happened to Pee Wee's Playhouse after Pee Wee was caught doing you know what in that gross movie theater? And that was without viral videos! I'm sure Weiner will regret showing his...well... weiner, for the rest of his life.
Anyway, that's all I have to say about that.
So...can you believe they are taking Everybody Loves Raymond, off Netflix??
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When I was finished I would rinse my cup in the sink but I wouldn't put it in the dishwasher. Let HIM do it. Let him do SOMETHING around here as he will now have plenty of time to dick around, (excuse the pun) now that the New York Daily News (among others) has given him the heave ho.
Then I would go upstairs to my bedroom and pull down my Louis Vuitton duffel. (She probably has a Louis Vuitton right? I mean I doubt she travels with a ripped Samsonite that she bought at Burlington Coat Factory) I would peruse my closet, pick out a few key pieces, some work clothes and some weekend things, you know, a good pair of jeans and a few t shirts. Definitely need a sweater to throw over the shoulders in the evening. I would place them in the duffel, leaving plenty of room at the top for my skincare products, hair products, and other necessary beautifying paraphernalia.
Then I would go into my little boy's room. From the top of his closet I would take down his little Kids Pottery Barn rolling back pack and fill it with his clothes, his favorite stuffed animals, and of course his blankie. Then, I would pick my little man up from the floor where he is sitting and playing with some educational toy, Baby Einstein or something, kiss his cheek and hold him close to me. And then, clutching him to my chest... I WOULD RUN LIKE A MOTHER FU***R!
Yes, someone once again snitched on Weiner and THIS time, we've really had it. (And by WE, I mean Huma and his various employers. I certainly don't know the man.) Sure we are all thinking, "Huma! What took you so long?" I guess, she figured, you know, a few dick pics, just harmless fun. But throw, your kid in there? GAME OVER.
Now I can't begin to imagine what was going through HIS mind. I mean this is a smart, educated man! How does he NOT know that this shit is going to hit the fan, especially now that the whole Ryan Lochte thing is dying down. More importantly, why does he think we all want to see his penis? I can't speak for everyone but...you know...dude. EW.
Now, obviously, I don't know Huma. I don't get out much. I have had the same two friends since junior high, and by that I mean I have two friends. I'm good with that. I mean, I love the SOUND of meeting new people. I love the SOUND of going to parties where I picture myself holding court, with excitement buzzing through the room, (OMG Who IS that delightful, thin, gorgeous woman over there?) The reality is, when I enter a party I grab a glass of wine and head to a corner. If someone approaches me, I'm like a deer in the headlights. I see them coming closer and I begin to sweat as I prepare to wow them with a stimulating conversation opener. "Hi," I say. "Can you believe they are taking Everybody Loves Raymond off of Netflix?" This usually does the trick as they continue past me to the hummus.
Anyway, back to Huma. Why did she put up with it for so long? I have a theory and again, I am only speaking for myself so don't get all "I am woman hear me roar," on me. She put up with it because 1. She had made a plan for her life and it included being married to and having children with Anthony Weiner and 2. She thought she could change him. Sometimes, we just don't want to see what is right there in front of us, whether it is a big red star on your husband's Day-Timer marking another woman's birthday or, in Huma's case, pictures of his penis on the Internet, that HE PUT THERE. (Not like Jon Hamm who due to no fault of his own has a whole website devoted to his penis, but that's another story.)
First, you try to make sense of it. She's just a friend. Don't we all try to remember our friend's birthdays? Isn't it a nice and thoughtful thing he's doing?
So, Huma thinks, "It's his penis, yes, but there must be a reason for it." A perfectly good reason for your husband to send these pics out into the internet and to young girl's cell phones. There HAS to be a reason other than he is one sick puppy.
And then, there are apologies, there are " I will stop it, I will never do it again," and you work so hard to make sure your life is back on track. Sure, you still check the cell phone now and then, you still try and crack the password on the laptop, and there are days when it's hard, SO hard to keep believing that you have fixed it.
Finally, something happens and you realize, it's done. It's over. ENOUGH. And, my guess is this is where Huma finds herself now. But isn't she like besties with Hillary? I am sure she will have plenty to keep her busy in the upcoming years, plus she's super smart and now has a beautiful little boy. She will be fine. He, I'm guessing, will never live this down. Remember what happened to Pee Wee's Playhouse after Pee Wee was caught doing you know what in that gross movie theater? And that was without viral videos! I'm sure Weiner will regret showing his...well... weiner, for the rest of his life.
Anyway, that's all I have to say about that.
So...can you believe they are taking Everybody Loves Raymond, off Netflix??
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