Steve Benen flags what he calls a “a surprisingly long chat about Desiree Rogers” on whatever Stuffy’s old Sunday morning is called now. Here’s a brief summary (I’m leaving out the parts where Cokie Roberts sounds reasonable because I don’t believe they’re real):
DONALDSON: People who work for the president understand or should understand their place, which is to be spear-carriers. There are two stars in anyone’s White House, the president and the president’s spouse. After that, this passion for anonymity that once was a hallmark of people who worked for a president, has been lost. She wanted to be a star herself…[….]
KRUGMAN: Can I say that 20 million Americans unemployed, the fact that we’re worrying about the status of the White House social secretary…
VARGAS: It’s our light way to end, Paul.
DONALDSON: Paul, welcome to Washington.
It’s good to see Krugman call them on their bullshit. Along those lines, Michael Scherer deserves credit for this:
But change, as the Obamas have learned, does not become of Washington–whether one is talking about influence brokering or party planning. Rogers had come to make waves, she made waves, and then she got wiped out. If there is any consolation to this whole sorry tale, it is that the crooked viciousness of the social set does not spare anyone. Earlier this week, Sally Quinn lost her column in the Washington Post, after using it to write a particularly petty and catty piece about an internal squabble in her own family regarding wedding dates. The tall poppy tyranny plays no favorites, you see. Our nation’s capital is imbued with the same social silliness as a middle school. You can’t just walk in and sit at any lunch table you choose. If you do, they will find a way to get you.