I’d start singing, “I’m getting married in the morning” from My Fair Lady, only Gary and I are both officially members of GLAM (Gays and Lesbians Against Musicals), and he just wouldn’t have it.
Why didn’t Mitt Romney provide an account of himself that reckoned with the very things we find so uncanny about him, namely his unmitigated embrace of capital, procreation, and country clubs?