Ahhh, memories. Gail Collins:
… There’s a national accord that thin is generally better than fat. However, it’s hardly the biggest issue when you’re picking a governor. There are citizens all over the country who would trade their more compact leaders for Christie in a second. Just ask somebody in Pennsylvania. Or Illinois. The guy in Florida has the physique of a greyhound and the state is totally miserable.
In 2006, New Yorkers elected Eliot Spitzer, a man who could not possibly have looked fitter. We probably had the best B.M.I. in the National Governors Association. Just over a year later, he was gone in a sex scandal. You had to wonder if exceptional leanness might occasionally be accompanied by exceptional friskiness. As we all know, a governor in South Carolina once vanished for what his staff claimed were body-toning hikes on the Appalachian Trail when he was actually committing adultery in Argentina.
Being a governor is not normally a physically demanding job. You certainly have your crises — Christie got through a terrible one during the Sandy storm. But day to day, week to week, the effort level is often pretty much what you choose to make it. “Getting to be governor is the hardest part,” former Gov. William Weld of Massachusetts once told me. “I used to go on vacation for a week at a time, and I wouldn’t even call in.” After the Spitzer scandal, New York was virtually governor-free for several years, due to one thing or another. It wasn’t terrific, yet we got along…
I lived through Bill Weld’s tenure, and he’s right — at least in a weak guv/strong lege state like our beloved Commonwealth, there’s only so much harm a ‘disengaged’ governor can do. (Heck, that’s how we got through Willard Romney’s stint in the Corner Office, most of which he spent setting up to run for president.) Weld’s only the second Republican I ever voted for (against this guy, who combined all the worst features of Larry Summers and Rick Santorum) and probably the last one I ever will… but now y’all can understand why Mr. Bill just declined to run in the upcoming Senate race.
Speaking of premature nostalgia, I understand there’s a Grammy broadcast later this evening. Are we all going to be keeping score of the semi-deliberate nip-slips and butt-flashes, or are there more productive uses for the end of the weekend?