Let's get Hillary Rodham Clinton on one of these lists. What's sexier than a woman in a pants suit brokering world peace, slurping soup and discussing sanctions with the Prime Minter of Yalangistan? Trick question. There is nothing sexier.
It's not that reporter Drew is mean, he simply has a journalist's jaundiced eye and cocked eyebrow, observing 18-year-old Bieber -- his high voice, his inattentiveness, his slight frame, the eardrum-puncturing decibel at which he plays his music.
After eleven years living in Washington, D.C., part of me is just sick of this swamp. The superficial commentary, the power-driven egoists, the fake smiles, the obsession with image. That's why I'm moving to Los Angeles.