Explaining David Letterman

Well, after this summer's scandal, now we have found out that Letterman was involved the the classic abuse of power reviled by feminists, with regard to his female office staff. He was successful for many years at keeping his private life private - protecting himself from mockery by people like himself. And others.

An analysis of why Letterman thought he could laugh it off once his office sexual exploits were exposed: His edginess would protect him. He's stuck in the past. Plus: the changing nature of the worlds of television and of celebrities, and the changing relationship of celebrities and politics. By old time Hollywood insiders. The video is very interesting, but kind of long. Keep in on the the background while you work on something else.

Prescient post, June 12:

Letterman's congenital problem manifested itself in spades. He is a Beta male in an industry filled with Beta males. Even the industry's a Beta. He's not even an entertainer -- his job is to talk to and about entertainers. They say politics is show-business for ugly people, and the similarities are manifest. Politics is often home to Beta males that try to cut in front of the big men on life's campus by the side door. Same deal. That's why they get along famously.

That's why men like Letterman always end up groping the help. . . .

How did he know in advance that Letterman had groped the help? Continuing concerning Letterman's war on Sarah Palin:

It was almost touching to hear of Letterman's non-apology for suggesting the statutory rape of Palin's child would be a hoot. He invited Palin to come on his show.

Dear lord, it's the class reunion, and she's still pretty, her husband could kick your ass if he had swine flu and you had a club, and she's showing pictures of a bunch of her children she manifestly loves. You? You married your second wife as an afterthought, after your kids just sort of showed up and got old enough to ask. You left your wife home, too, because she's gone a bit thick in the middle and never was very pretty.

So you're drunk and bitter, and you totter over and tell her how much you've always hated her; tell her she's not all that; tell her you've got a Camaro now. Then you ask her back to dance as she walks away. You'd probably murmur "You're not so tough" after her husband was out of earshot if he beat your beta ass as you so richly deserve, but neither of them could be bothered really, because a loser is a loser.