EFL, my favorite nuggets
Slate reads My Life so you don’t have to. By Bryan Curtis, Chris Suellentrop, and Julia Turner. Posted Tuesday, June 22, 2004, at 4:28 PM PT
Page 172: "I had fantasized from time to time about being a doorman at New York’s Plaza Hotel, at the south end of Central Park. Plaza doormen had nice uniforms and met interesting people from all over the world. I imagined garnering large tips from guests who thought that, despite my strange southern accent, I made good conversation."
Clinton on Weight
Page 11: "I remember one Easter in the 1950s, when I was fat and self-conscious."
Page 19: "I was a little chunky anyway, and slow, so slow that I was once the only kid at an Easter egg hunt who didn’t get a single egg, not because I couldn’t find them but because I couldn’t get to them fast enough."
Page 43: "On Friday nights there was always a dance in the gym of the local YMCA. I loved rock-and-roll music and dancing and went frequently, starting in eighth or ninth grade, even though I was fat, uncool, and hardly popular with the girls."
This little peek into the dark recesses of Clinton's youth explains his serial womanizing. The girls ignored him then, so he's making up for it now. Now I need to go wash up. |
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