Senator Kirsten Gillibrand is so angry that her older male colleagues made comments about her weight and looks, she wrote a memoir about all of the three in total horrible things she remembers them saying to her while a member of Congress. Now, she’s selling that memoir for money without mentioning any of her horrible harassers names, because that’s Senatorial. Also a good way to avoid lawsuits while still raking in the book advances.
Congressmen as a lot are the salted scum of the earth. You’d have to bring up NFL linebackers before you found a bigger group of blowhards, criminals, and tawdry misogynistic bastards. Still, if the best you can come up with is a few inappropriate comments by various octogenarian Dixiecrats bumbling around the capitol, not exactly the harrowing tales of shit sandwiches women on the front lines have to consume, let alone young models who have an ‘Uncle Terry’ appointment on their iPhone calendars. Still, the comments were horrible and biting:
Good thing you’re working out, because you wouldn’t want to get porky,
Cut you to the quick, sister. Do you realize how many times my own parents have told me this very same thing? Naturally, it’s different when a man says it to a woman who happens to be writing a book about how crappy men treat women in Congress. It got worse:
You know, Kirsten, you’re even pretty when you’re fat
Holy crap. How did you survive that poison barb? Gillibrand admits that the older Congressman’s intentions were sweet, even if he was being an idiot. Then, like a couple more comments about her being chubby but cute happened. Totaling almost a handful in just a half dozen years. Can you imagine being at a job where somebody told you something sweet but inappropriate almost once a year? Fuck, I’d write a book too and go on talk shows and People magazine trying to sell the shit out of it. What are your other options? Senators don’t hold the nuclear launch codes.
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