EFL, my favorite nuggets
Slate reads My Life so you don’t have to. By Bryan Curtis, Chris Suellentrop, and Julia Turner. Posted Tuesday, June 22, 2004, at 4:28 PM PT
Page 172: "I had fantasized from time to time about being a doorman at New York’s Plaza Hotel, at the south end of Central Park. Plaza doormen had nice uniforms and met interesting people from all over the world. I imagined garnering large tips from guests who thought that, despite my strange southern accent, I made good conversation."
Clinton on Weight
Page 11: "I remember one Easter in the 1950s, when I was fat and self-conscious."
Page 19: "I was a little chunky anyway, and slow, so slow that I was once the only kid at an Easter egg hunt who didn’t get a single egg, not because I couldn’t find them but because I couldn’t get to them fast enough."
Page 43: "On Friday nights there was always a dance in the gym of the local YMCA. I loved rock-and-roll music and dancing and went frequently, starting in eighth or ninth grade, even though I was fat, uncool, and hardly popular with the girls."
| This little peek into the dark recesses of Clinton's youth explains his serial womanizing. The girls ignored him then, so he's making up for it now. Now I need to go wash up. |
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