Why Are You Still Here?

Dear Monica Lewinsky, no one forced you to make the choices that you made, and while you were doing those tawdry things, you were happy. You were having the time or your life. You kept the soiled dress as a trophy. You even bragged about it to your old friend Linda (big mistake-she was recording that phone call for Ken Starr).

I realize that you endured some humiliation along the way for things that again you chose to do all by yourself. But no one beat you to death like Matthew Stafford. So please don't compare yourself to him. Don't even mention his name anymore. 

And please don't think that your life is difficult. It's not. You didn't lose your home in the financial crisis. You don't have cancer. Your husband didn't fool around with his intern - oh, wait, that was you. Your job hasn't been outsourced. You didn't lose a limb or acquire PTSD in Iraq.

So please, 1. Stop talking. 2. Get over yourself. And 3. Go away. 

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