My husband-to-be is a conservative running for high political office in the Bible Belt. He has a good chance of winning. I am aware that campaigns can become ugly and personal. Before I met my husband I dated women, posed for naked pictures, was into drugs, and even appeared in a Girls Gone Wild video. I do not regret this; I just don't do it anymore. My husband doesn't know, and I don't think he would understand. I know the community wouldn't. I never planned on telling him about any of this. Here is my question: Should I try to prepare him in case it is brought up? --Very Over These Events
While my column was picked up by a lot of papers in the Bible Belt after the Monica Lewinsky scandal (and this was no coincidence, I believe, so thanks, Monica), I sincerely doubt that the wife of a conservative politician would seek my advice--even if she was, once upon a time, a bisexual, drug-abusing, girl-gone-wild kinda gal. Unless you're not only a reformed girl gone wild, VOTE, but also a log-stupid one, you have to know that the appearance of your letter in my column is likely to attract the attention of your husband's political enemies. Every last politician running against a conservative in a Bible Belt state--particularly the ones running against conservatives with hot wives--is going to order his staff to start digging up dirt on his opponent's wife. Which means, of course, that writing this letter is as good as telling your husband, the press, and the community.
And that's why I'm not convinced you actually wrote this letter.
Still, I think it's possible that you exist, VOTE, even if you didn't write this letter yourself. There was a great deal of identifying information in your letter, VOTE, and it occurred to me that your husband's political enemies might have written it themselves. If your husband's opponent knows about your past, sending me a letter about your problem and packing it with identi-fying details is a pretty good way of outing you while making it look like you accidentally outed yourself. On the off chance that this is the case, I've deleted most of the identifying details.
And now, my advice. What's going to be more upsetting for your husband, VOTE: those incrim-inating photos, videos, and facts surfacing in the middle of the campaign, with forewarning and the opportunity to prepare his response in advance? Or those photos, videos, and facts surfacing in the middle of the campaign without your husband being ready to respond? The latter, I think. So tell him all about it now. As for the reaction the voters in your community might have if this stuff goes public, VOTE, didn't conservative voters recently elect a man who groped women, posed for naked pictures, got into drugs, and did all sorts of wild things on video? If someone who behaved as badly as Arnold did can get himself elected, a man married to a woman who behaved as badly as Arnold did should be able to get himself elected too.
When the Senate Finance Committee was in the process of voting down an amendment that would have added $11.25 billion for child care to welfare over the next five years, your nemesis Rick Santorum argued that the government shouldn't coddle welfare mothers. "Making people struggle a little bit is not necessarily the worst thing," he said. I think it's time for another English lesson, lest we all forget the true meaning of the word santorum. --F.U.R.S.
Speaking of conservative politicians...
While Santorum the senator from Pennsylvania continues to make an ass of himself in public, santorum the noun continues to spread far and wide. Here are two letters from Savage Love readers who are doing their part:
I thought you would be interested to know that the term santorum, the frothy mixture of fecal matter and lube that sometimes results from anal sex, is in general circulation within the first-year class at Harvard Law School. I had been a student here for about two weeks when one of my section classmates hosted a barbecue. The conversation naturally turned to sex. Soon we were discussing anal sex and the logistics and occasional messiness thereof. At that point the same synapse apparently fired in multiple minds, because suddenly, in virtual unison, five or six of us yelled "santorum!" and started laughing. As this was happening, three other people wandered over to join the conversation and they independently mentioned santorum, providing further evidence of the spread of santorum. I thought you would be happy to know about this, as many graduates of this school end up as senators, judges, and other cultural big shots who can help get a new word into the official record. --Academic Santorum Spreader
I have been an English teacher in China for about a year. We love our weekly doses of good ol' fashioned American perversion, courtesy of your column. I thought you would find it amusing to know that the new meaning of santorum is catching on in China. I don't know how much of the actual substance is in China, considering the fact that officially there "are no homosexuals in China." What I do know is that all of my coworkers and students have been taught the word and have actively been using it and passing it on. Think of it, santorum on the lips of 1.3 billion people...
--Savage Love Adjectives/Neologisms Gaining
Thanks for sharing, ASS and SLANG.
For everyone out there following the santorum saga, I offered a case of lube and a selection of santorum-themed T-shirts from www.extraugly.com to anyone who could get a comment from the senator on the new meaning of his last name. (The senator won't take my calls.) The nice folks from Down There Press want to sweeten the pot: Down There Press is offering copies of Anal Pleasure & Health, the butt-sex bible, and The Big Book of Masturbation to anyone who can get a quote from Senator Santorum on lube-and-fecal-matter santorum. Come on, Tucker Carlson, you know you wanna ask him!
I have something awful to confess.
The Cubs lost game six because of me, not the poor mope who tried to catch that foul ball. I'm bad luck for the Cubs--they seem to lose when-ever I'm at or watching a game--so my brother, a lifelong fan, a Cubs season ticket holder, a man with the Cubs logo tattooed on his arm, or-dered me not to watch any of the Cubs' postseason games. And I followed orders...until game six against the Marlins. I was flipping around the channels that night, and somehow I clicked onto game six. It was the eighth inning, the Cubs were ahead 3-0, and I thought, it's safe. I can watch the rest of the game, they're going to win, I want to see the city go crazy. And the very first play I saw was that infamous foul ball. I should've turned the TV off then, but I kept watching. And the Cubs lost. My fault.
I called my brother Bill to confess all--he said he'd never forgive me, of course, but he had tickets to game seven and the World Series. They would win game seven, he said. Then it hit me: The Cubs have been making their fans miserable for decades--and making my brother miserable for all of his adult life. The only way the Cubs will ever make it to the World Series is if they can somehow both go and make their fans miserable at the exact same time. And how could the Cubs go to the World Series and make my brother miserable at the same time? If Billy couldn't see them play. So I ordered him to burn his World Series tickets before game seven. But he didn't listen, he didn't burn his tickets, and the Cubs lost. That one's his fault. I hope you can live with yourself, Billy.