You can tell by the way I use my walk I'm a woman's man.
No time to talk. Music loud, women warm, I've been kicked around since I was born.
And now it's all right, it's okay. You can look the other way. We can try to understand the New York Times effect on man. Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother, you're stayin' alive, stayin' alive. Ah, ha, ha, stayin' alive. Ah, ha, ha, stayin' alive.*
On this day in 2008, the New York Times first broke the story of Client Number 9 (known to the rest of us as N.Y. Gov. Eliot Spitzer), and the legend of the black socks was born. (Supposedly he never removed his black socks during "congress" with the prostitutes.) Since that time Spitzer's marital situation has inspired one hit tv show (CBS's drama The Good Wife), he has participated in one tv flop (CNN's ill-starred yak show, Parker-Spitzer) and he still appears regularly in the media, on websites and radio. But despite the fact that as NY attorney general he went after prostitution rings aggressively and without mercy, the law-and-order luv guv has yet to appear in this:
* Lyrics by the Bee Gees, and it should be noted that on this day on 1988, Andy Gibb, younger brother of the Bee Gees passed away from myocarditis. He deserves a better post than being lumped in with the Spitz, and I promise to make amends.
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