I have a boyfriend. Don’t worry. My husband knows. Mr. Rubin is very tolerant that way.
Although I’m not one for May-December romances, I make an exception for the following man. Why? Well, partly because I get to be the May, but mostly because he’s my Joe. My Joe Biden.
Yep, you read that right. Joe Biden, the vice president of the United States, is my boyfriend. So what if he’s unaware of the union?
My infatuation is not political. The man could boast Republican, Democrat, or Vulcan values for all I care. But I adore him because of—not in spite of—his verbal diarrhea.
And the fact that he gets away with it.
Maybe you recall my own unflattering tongue-tie when put on the spot, chronicled in an earlier post. So imagine my glee in watching the vice president of the United States gaffe his way through life and emerge as unblemished as an infant’s buttocks.
For example, during a May 2012 interview on “Meet The Press,” my babbling Biden struggled with a game of Who’s That Man? He called Mitt Romney “President Romney” and referred to President Obama as “President Clinton.”
Yet, did media grief rain upon Joey in the same torrential fashion as when Sarah Palin committed similar uncouth faux pas? Certainly not! “Oh, that’s just Joe being Joe,” we all said. A simple shrug and a smile.
Or how about during the 2008 election campaign when, in reference to Barack Obama, Mr. Biden declared: “A man I’m proud to call my friend. A man who will be the next President of the United States – Barack America!”
And Tuesday, what did my little bumblebee do? He made a sex joke. Oh, yes he did. While speaking to a Hispanic advocacy group about living with extended family in the 1950s, this verbal sewage seeped out:
“By the way — having your grandpop living with you, having your great aunt, your uncle, for real. Those walls were awful thin. I wonder how the hell my parents did it. But that’s a different story. I know you don’t know anything about that. I know none of you in your families have done the same thing.”
But in my Joe Joe’s defense, the conference did take place in Las Vegas. Just saying.
I’ll be watching to see how much fallout that latest delicacy receives, but if history repeats, the burns will be minimal. Because that’s just my Joe. My boyfriend. My orator-challenged, cringe-inducing, good-god-what-will-he-say-next verbal doppelgänger.
Good to know the glass ceiling does not apply to word turds.
Do you think Vice President Biden gets off too easy from his gaffes? Would the same nonchalant shrugs happen if it were some other prominent figure? Or is a sense of humor in order? Do you have Joe’s number? If so, can I have it?
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