This may have been the End of Days.
While celebrities are going up a red carpet dressed like it’s Halloween on Malcolm Forbes’s yacht, the world around us is crumbling.
First of all Oliver North– a political criminal and nut job who you thought was gone from our lives– is now the head of the National Rifle Association.
And now, the Attorney General of New York, Eric Schneiderman, who was supposedly shielding us from dozens of bad things and prosecuting many horrible people, has been outed in The New Yorker (Yes, the New Yorker) as a man who beats his lovers purple, threatens to stalk and kill them.
In a piece by Jane Mayer with the ubiquitous Ronan Farrow, Schneiderman’s ex lovers and girlfriends explicitly describe the punishing behavior he exacted against them, plus his heavy drinking. Schneiderman has held himself out as a hero, and turns out to be maybe the greatest villain of all. His response was that he was into “role playing.”
Schneiderman, no kidding, will be out of his office by Friday. I’m sure we’ll hear from more of his victims and maybe the people with whom he worked. How could this have gone on so long? Kudos to the women, including Michelle Barish, for finally telling their stories.