Who the hell cares what Sally Quinn has to say, anyway? All she is, is an aging mean girl who fucked her way into marrying then-Washington Post editor Ben Bradlee, and set herself up as arbiter of Washington social life -- you know, the Washington social life that all too often drives journalists instead of, say, what's going on that's actually important.
But be thankful that you don't have friends who go on TV to speculate about your marriage:
I mean please. That much of Teh Stoopid and Teh Petty is more than I can take. Someone. Make it stop.
Labels: assholes, gossip