This post will probably piss off pretty much everyone, but I think the world is making way
too much of the revelation that the former governor of KAH-li-FOR-nia had a child outside of marriage.
So did Gallileo. So did Albert Einstein. So did Jesse Jackson. So did Grover Cleveland. ("Ma, ma, where's my Pa?" "Gone to the White House -- ha, ha, ha!") So did Thomas Jefferson. So did Warren Harding (whose love child is, in fact, still alive). So did Francois Mitterand. So did John Forbes Nash (who treated the kid quite shabbily -- and this was before he went wacky). So did Charles Lindbergh. So did Henry Ford. So did Franz Liszt. So did Eddie Murphy. So did Jack Nicholson. (Hey, it's Jack
.) So did Thomas Merton. So (it is said) did Charles Dickens. So did Alexander Dumas.
It's not just a boy's club, of course. I could mention Ingrid Bergman...Mary Wollstonecraft...Marion Davies...
Of course, the modern rules hold that any man who strays is a beast, while any woman who has a child by a man not her husband is simply expressing her personhood or seeking self-fulfillment or communing with the Goddess. Or something like that.
My beloved Bernadette had two illegitimate nieces. In the Pyrenees, the term for that was "farting at Vespers.")
Here's another admission that'll freak out my readership. Arnie wasn't that bad a governor
. I expected him to be awful, especially in light of the slimeball way he got into office. But any Republican who pisses off the Republican establishment to the degree that he
did must win my grudging admiration.On an unrelated note:
Say what you will about Barack Obama, this was pretty ballsy
. Well, ballsy by the standards prevailing in modern American politics. By most other standards, it was from Wimpsville.