Here's the dreadful Sally Quinn, the dominatrix doyen of the Washington villagers, in 1998: [T]his particular community happens to be in the nation's capital. And the people in it are the so-called Beltway Insiders -- the high-level members of Congress, policymakers, lawyers, military brass, diplomats and journalists who have a proprietary interest in Washington and identify with it.
They call the capital city their "town."
And their town has been turned upside down.
With some exceptions, the Washington Establishment is outraged by the president's behavior in the Monica Lewinsky scandal. The polls show that a majority of Americans do not share that outrage. Around the nation, people are disgusted but want to move on; in Washington, despite Clinton's gains with the budget and the Mideast peace talks, people want some formal acknowledgment that the president's behavior has been unacceptable.
And here she is, twelve years later:
Sally Quinn, 68, third wife of legendary Washington Post editor Ben Bradlee, 88, is profiled in July's Vanity Fair as an overbearing social climber who has alienated the children from his previous marriages.
Sally, a self-styled expert on entertaining, put herself in the magazine's cross hairs last Christmas when she scheduled their son, Quinn's, wedding on the same day in April when Bradlee's granddaughter, Greta, was set to get married, thus ensuring that Bradlee's older children couldn't attend Quinn's wedding. […]
To illustrate Sally's "protectiveness," the magazine describes a trip to St. Martin where, "Quinn lost his virginity to a prostitute in a brothel bar. When he told his parents, the next morning, his father essentially congratulated him. Sally, on the other hand, was hysterical. She dragged him back to the brothel, demanded to know who the girl was, and, with Quinn in tow, escorted her to a clinic to get tested for HIV."
Sally Quinn: Still dreadful after all these years.
(And, of course, don't get Digby started.)
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