The other night I dreamt of Barack Obama. He was taking a shower right when I needed to get into the bathroom to shave my legs, and then he was being yelled at by my husband, Max, for smoking in the house. It was not clear whether Max was feeling protective of the president’s health or jealous because of the cigarette.
Stop right there.
A married woman, employed by the NYT as a journalist, finds absolutely nothing wrong with revealing a sexual fantasy involving the President of the United States.
Who does she think she is, Chris Matthews?