That’s not a misprint in the headline.
New York Magazine ran a cover story on mayoral candidate Christine Quinn, and tucked deep into the article was an awkward exchange. The exchange involved a Christmas party goer complimenting the Mayor on his gun control efforts, to which Bloomberg started ogling a woman in a tight fitting dress and said, “Look at the ass on her”.
As it happens, I was at a Christmas party for the rich just a few weeks ago. It was at a townhouse in the East Sixties, just off Park Avenue, and several times over the course of the evening the subject of Quinn came up. Each person I spoke with expressed doubts about whether she’s tough enough and smart enough to run the city. Implied, or overtly stated, was that the Bloomberg years have been marvelous and she’s no Bloomberg. By which they meant, if I understood correctly, that’s she’s just another politician. Later in the evening, the host interrupted me to point out that the mayor himself had just arrived. Did I want to meet him? Sure. My friend and I followed the host over, shook Bloomberg’s hand, and my friend thanked him for his position on gun control. Without even acknowledging the comment, Bloomberg gestured toward a woman in a very tight floor-length gown standing nearby and said, “Look at the ass on her.”
Focus Mr. Mayor … Focus.
And if you can’t handle gawking at a good looking woman in moderation, perhaps the government will have to regulate your intake.