by Molly Ivors
I dunno what happened while I was away, but Maureen Dowd must be on some new and very exciting medications. Though it is instructive, I guess, to hear the voices that echo in her head.
(Note the gratuitous slap at Jesse Jackson! Deft! That's why she's a pro, that cutting-edge humor from 1988!)
Everyone's being a grownup now, Mo. Just because you're still sucking on your rejection from Bill, don't assume everyone else is built on the same lines. Mkay?