Columnist David Brooks dropped a little nugget during an interview last week that was, uh, awkward for everyone:
You know, all three of us spend a lot of time covering politicians and I don’t know about you guys, but in my view, they’re all emotional freaks of one sort or another. They’re guaranteed to invade your personal space, touch you. I sat next to a Republican senator once at dinner and he had his hand on my inner thigh the whole time. I was like, ehh, get me out of here.
Brooks won't disclose who the secret Thighmaster was, but God, I wish he would.
