The Wife

At some point this week I watched the film The Wife starring Glenn Close. In the film her husband is a writer who wins the Nobel Prize. While publicly thanking her for being his muse and boon companion, he never gave her co-authorship credit, odd given that she essentially wrote his award-winning books--he had the plot idea, but she was the better writer and subsumed her talent and ambition to support his career. Because in 1950s America she didn’t believe she had a chance of getting published.

But when someone at a Nobel cocktail party asks if she’s a writer, he answers for her that she is not. Oh, and he has had affairs throughout their marriage and tries to seduce a photographer who is a third his age while in Stockholm. This movie was a bit tough to watch during the height of the disgusting Kavanagh hearings. Entitlement, arrogance, predatory behaviour, immaturity, belligerence, it's all there.

I hope that the backlash against Kavanagh and the Orrin Hatches and Lindsay Grahams of the world is so stinging that the GOP will have to spend years rebuilding their besmirched brand. Kavanagh is a hatchet man--his work in the Bush administration shows he is a political hack. He should never have been nominated. The whole episode highlights the cracks in US democracy--the Supreme Court should not be a political football. Congressional districts should not be gerrymandered into silliness. The electoral college should be dismantled. And where are the term limits? I can’t believe Hatch is still in the senate. He should be dead by now. Miserable SOB.

How’s that for in depth political analysis?
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