We can't have it both ways, ladies; we can't demand the "right to party" along with the boys then expect to be treated with kid gloves when we're caught with our pants down too, any more than Clinton, Weiner, Spitzer or Petraeus could. Paula Broadwell is no Monica Lewinsky.
Watergate. Has it really been 40 years? I was just a small-town teenager in the summer of 1972, but I remember being fascinated as the break-in and protracted cover-up unfolded. It was a drama like no other.
My daughter doesn't yet know about lying. When her baby sister screams from the other room and I ask her what happened, she openly presents the truth: that she banged her baby sister's head against the floor. For her blunt honesty, for not concocting a forged tale, it's hard to be angry.