I think she and Mary could do a damned good reading of THE KILLING OF SISTER GEORGE as a Log Cabin fundraiser, no? Watching her with Wolf, her designer scarf spread out over her ample tweed-packaged bosom, I couldn't help but think of her as Sister George, barking "drink a cup of my bathwater, Missy!" to her daughter. Call me quirky, I'm like, just so there.
"I'm a comedian, but in my spare time, things bother me." Garry Shandling
What are you, some sort of man-hating tree hugger? If Lynne Cheney wants to use two full cans of UltraClutch on her head before wrapping a picnic blanket over her shoulders and heading out in search of some womanly companionship, who are we to complain about having to put on a slightly stronger sunblock?
I understand Lynne Cheney was very hurt not to be invited to do six weeks in The Vagina Monologues. Cuz clearly, our second lady knows vaginas. She coulda done the "Reclaiming C---" section with real authority!