I have a woman friend for years and I have a nick-name for her. It's a .....Fluffer. I remember when I first gave it to her, she was so upset. How could I call her Fluffer? As a Fluffer is a woman who between porn shots keeps the male porn star's flag at full mast. Or is it better to be at half-mast. Whatever.
I've imagined treating Hollywood stars in these pieces. I'm serious. I decided to learn about Hollywood, so for a few weeks I watched DVD's of The Entourage. It wasn't a turn on. I wondered if this was really Hollywood, so I listened to all the Director commentaries. It was depressing. If this was Hollywood, then count me out.
I shifted directions mentally. I started wondering how to get Obama's ear with these epilepsy pieces. I thought it was a practical approach. Then I started to wonder what it was really like in the White House. So for the last week, I've watched a bunch of the West Wing episodes. I don't know if it is a realistic depiction of the White House, but it feels like it might be close.
What have I learned. I don't have a political bone in my body. I'd be cut loose faster than you can say - Tom Daschel. No let's rephrase that. I don't have a politically correct bone in my body. And if I do have such a bone, I'd get rid of it soon.
