Filmmaker/author Nora Ephron has filed an entry on The Huffington Post, asking Hillary Clinton to leave the presidential race. Ephron is not alone, but she is one of the more articulate writers (and middle-aged women of some influence) to do so. From her plea:
I am particularly sensitive to this because I’m a woman of a certain age, and this means that part of the pie that passes for my brain contains a large slice called Hillary. I’ve been thinking about her in a fairly pathological way ever since 1992 and dreaming about her as well. She is me, and then again she’s not. I used to love her and I no longer do, but unlike what usually happens when love dies, I still think about her far too much.
When she tells a big lie, like her recent Bosnia episode, I can lose hours trying to figure out why. I mean, why? Was it one of those things that she’d said so often that she’d come to believe it? Was it a story that had worked in the past so she thought she’d gotten away with it? Did she honestly think that no one would rat her out? Does she not understand that if you’re famous, there’s almost nothing you do that someone doesn’t have a picture of? I have no idea what the answer is to any of this because I’m not a liar and she is.