Yuh, Trophy VEEP.
Said so. Think so. Trophy as in sex object.
Doing trophy things apparently on purpose. Which is, you know, not okay, but is completely inappropriate. [Insert inappropriate winking and sparkly-smile here. We ARE really running for Prom Queen! Ohh! Vote for ME!]
Catch this wet-dream moment from Rich Lowry of the National Review, an adult male person, a grown-up kinda guy, who apparently still resides in Animal House.* Free of shame. Lost in a huge erotic fog, due to Palin's wink winks. And Sparkly-smile. (God Lowry must be a cheap date. ;))
Projecting through the Screen [Rich Lowry]
A very wise TV executive once told me that the key to TV is projecting through the screen. It's one of the keys to the success of, say, a Bill O'Reilly, who comes through the screen and grabs you by the throat.
Palin too projects through the screen like crazy.
I'm sure I'm not the only male in America who, when Palin dropped her first wink, sat up a little straighter on the couch and said, "Hey, I think she just winked at me."
And her smile.
By the end, when she clearly knew she was doing well, it was so sparkling it was almost mesmerizing.
It sent little starbursts through the screen and ricocheting around the living rooms of America.
This is a quality that can't be learned; it's either something you have or you don't, and man, she's got it.
Yuh, he "sat up a little straighter on the couch," did he?
Was that Rich standing up, or . . ..?
I feel exactly the same way about Dick Cheney.
(that would be a wink, there. ; ) )
* [Animal House, as in demonstrating a total lack of sexual sophistication]
Oh, and here's a nasty sexist screed from Belinda of Time Magazine on why some women (like oneself?) so dislike Palin. Surprise answer: because we are women, and women are just such bitches. End of story. Nothing about facts, just feelings. You know how broads are.