Keep it in your pants - and out of my inbox

Sigh. I wasn't going to blog about Anthony's Weiner, but since inquiring minds wanted my opinion on the distinguished member of Congress (h/t Jon Stewart), here goes:

I don't care.

Oh, you wanted the longer version. In that case, allow me to quote Jennifer Senior of New York Magazine:

"The real problem with Anthony Weiner... isn’t that he may be blitzkrieging college co-eds with pictures of his dick. The problem is that he’s behaving like one."

Actually, if Congressman Weiner (who has been known to stick up for foreign supermodels) is tweeting crotch shots of himself, the problem is he's a misguided narcissistic bonehead, but I believe that is a prerequisite for "higher" office these days.

More important or serious: Who or what gave guys the idea that emailing or tweeting or texting women pictures of their penis, in any state, is sexy? (Yes, I'm talking to you, Brett Favre, and to a certain former business associate who, come to think of it, bore more than a passing resemblance to #4, who thought drunk texting me pictures of his nether regions was a great idea. It wasn't.)

But don't take my word for it, guys. Take hottie Taryn Southern's.



[H/T to Another David S.]

UPDATE: Holy crap! It's all true! It was Anthony's Weiner. (Click the link to read the latest.)