Well my dears, somebody at 20/20 needs glasses. I mean really. Did you see
Monica's dress? And her hair? Atrocious. I had the program on, but I really
wasn't paying much attention because five minutes after it started my dear
friend Terry called from Palma Majorca where he's having a fabulous time basking
in the sun, and I just had to talk to him and catch up on the gossip. He and
his friends in Palma know more about Monica than Barbara Walters ever will,
believe me. We gabbed and giggled for about an hour, and then it was back to
work. Fortunately for me, the second hour of the interview contained only about
20 minutes of content and 40 minutes of commercials, which were quite
intriguing, certainly more interesting than Ms. Lewinsky's prattle about
herself. I mean, we all KNOW what happened, so what is the sense of rehashing
it? Were I in her shoes (if only!), I'd conduct myself in a much more dignified
manner, I can assure you. The only newsworthy item was Monica's revelation that
when she first realized she had been betrayed by Linda Tripp, she wanted to claw
the flesh off Tripp's face, and only hesitated because she knew it would improve
Tripp's appearance. Basically, and I shudder to say this but it's true, Monica
came off like a young Lucianne Goldberg. What horrors await her as she ages we
can only imagine. Ta for now.
-- RMM