Question

Two types of women dominate the President’s life: the brash, big-haired sort like his mother; and the
tough organisers like his wife. Bill Clinton needs both types, argues Julia Reed – one to get in trouble with
and the other to clear up after him

THE other day, Dolly Parton was asked during a TV interview what she thought about the President of the United
States and his current set of problems. ‘It’s a mess, ain’t it?’ she said, grinning broadly. ‘He’s a horny little toad.’

Yes, he is, and Dolly is just the kind of girl Bill Clinton would love to love. Southern, big-haired, fun-loving and
irreverent, she is heavily made-up and extraordinarily well-endowed. In this regard, she is not unlike the
President’s mother, the late Virginia Kelley, a nurse anaesthetist who slept in her make-up in case she had to
wake up and tend to a patient in the middle of the night.

Kelley, a formidable influence on her son, was so fond of tube tops and short shorts that a preacher in her
neighbourhood of Hot Springs, Arkansas, called the sight of her in that outfit a ‘truer harbinger of spring than the
robin or the daffodil’. In her autobiography, Kelley provides a description of ‘the image I must’ve presented to that
Baptist minister: dark bare limbs, stomach and cleavage showing, painted eyebrows, long eyelashes, dark eyeliner,
bright glossy lipstick, fingernails and toenails as vibrant as the flowers in my garden’.

Clinton’s former mistress, Gennifer Flowers, shares Kelley’s passion for hot pink lipstick and wears her dyed-blonde
hair in a style not unlike Parton’s. She’s a singer, too, who was once a regular on a country music variety show.
And then there’s Paula Jones, whose looks aren’t quite on a par with those of the pageant girls Clinton prefers
(among his alleged lovers are a Miss Arkansas and a Miss America). Nevertheless, before she’d had her nose job
and overhaul she had the requisite fuzzed-up hair and general blowsiness to suit his taste. When the President’s
staff dismisses these women as ‘trailer trash’ and ‘bimbos’, what they are really doing is describing the President’s
type.

He has another type, of course, the type he is married to. His mother, rather than being
delighted when Bill introduced her to the Yale-educated, Yankee-born Hillary, was horrified. She
and her second son, Roger, could barely hide their dismay over Hillary’s look (‘no make-up,
Coke-bottle-lens glasses, brown hair with no apparent style’) or her attitude (‘quiet, cool,
unresponsive’). Bill told them both to behave themselves, explaining that he’d ‘had it up to here
with beauty queens’, that he needed someone he could actually talk to.

‘We understood it intellectually,’ Kelley later recalled, ‘but we had a long road ahead of us
emotionally.’ As for the First Lady, she has yet to comment publicly on what she thought of her
future mother-in-law’s spider-like false eyelashes or the skunk stripe in her heavily lacquered hair.

Kelley attributed the rocky start with her daughter-in-law to ‘cultural tension’, and the same sharp division
between the women in Clinton’s life still exists. There is no middle ground. In one column there are the tough,
policy-obsessed, often humourless and not-always-attractive women who serve in his cabinet or on his staff.
Hillary, former media adviser Mandy Grunwald, secretary of state Madeleine Albright, health secretary Donna
Shalala, and long-time aide Betsey Wright are among these women.

They boss him, cover for him, pick up his pieces. They guarantee his feminist credentials and provide occasional
stimulus for his brain. When Clinton wasn’t busy licking honey off the body of Gennifer Flowers – she said she kept
it in a jar by her bed because he loved it so much – he told her that his nicknames for Hillary were ‘Hilla the Hun’
and ‘Sarge’. He complained that his wife was not nearly playful enough, but that is not why he married her. Her
role in his life is similar to that of Betsey Wright who, when she served as his chief of staff in Arkansas, was
invariably referred to as the governor’s ‘taskmaster’.

Clinton, a man who is almost all appetite, is smart enough to know that he needs the discipline that women like his
wife and Wright provide. Without a wife like Hillary, he may well have spun out of control a long time ago.

In the other column there are the girls like Gennifer, and more recently Monica, who bring him
presents and pizza, who surprise him with frilly undergarments or wear none at all, who engage
him in phone sex or discussions about their favourite songs. They are the girls that the already
ambitious, self-admitted ‘husky boy’ Clinton wished he could have dated in high school, where
he pursued positions in student government instead of cheerleaders. They feed his needy ego
and provide stimulus for his oversexed libido.

His gravitation towards the women in the first column may have been born of need, but his
affinity for the girls in the second comes naturally. During his first presidential campaign, Clinton
was billed as ‘The Man from Hope’, the small town in rural Arkansas where his mother grew up.
In fact, he was ‘The Toddler from Hope’, having lived there with his grandparents for only the first three years of
his life, while his widowed mother did a nursing stint in New Orleans.

When she returned, she packed up her son and moved up the road to Hot Springs, a raucous tourist mecca that
boasted illegal gambling casinos, a racetrack, and nightclubs with names like The Vapors. It was the perfect spot
for Kelley. It was loose enough that you could drink on the streets and gamble even on Sundays (unheard of still
in most towns in the Deep South, or indeed, America), and small enough that she could be noticed doing it. ‘Ever
since I was a girl, when I’ve showed up someplace I’ve always wanted people to know I’m there,’ she said.

Before she died in 1994, Virginia Blythe Clinton Dwire Kelley was married five times. By her own
admission, she loved men, horses, dancing the shimmy, and her first son, Bill Clinton. Her house
was a virtual shrine to him. She had a collection of horse-related art and a bust of Elvis on a
table, but everywhere else there were Bill’s trophies from the debate team, ribbons he won in
spelling bees, pictures of him after he won endless student council elections. Every good
Southern boy is defined by his relationship with his mama, but Virginia’s influence on her son
was even stronger than usual.

The men in Clinton’s life were amorphous at best. His natural father, William Jefferson Blythe,
was killed three months before Bill was born, when his car ran off the road and he drowned face
down in a ditch. Virginia didn’t actually know him very well – they had had a whirlwind romance while she was in
nursing school in Louisiana. It turns out that he had already been married three times and that he wasn’t divorced
from his third wife until 1944, a year after he married Virginia – which means the President of the United States is
a literal bastard.

Clinton took his last name from Virginia’s second husband, Roger Clinton, an abusive alcoholic car dealer to whom
she was married for 12 years and whom she remarried after they’d been divorced for only three months because
she felt sorry for him. When Roger Clinton died of cancer, Kelley married her hairdresser: Jeff Dwire, she wrote,
was ‘never the same after he made a mistake and had to go to prison’.

It is from his mother that Clinton gets his rather fluid way with the truth, and his ability to make reality whatever
he most wants it to be at the time. She dismissed the fact that Dwire went to jail for 25 counts of stock fraud as
’something we didn’t discuss in detail. . . he had taken the rap for some other people.’ Kelley herself was sued
after a young mother in her care died on the operating table, but she attributed the lawsuit not to her own
negligence but to ‘the poisoned atmosphere in the Hot Springs medical community’. (Compare how Clinton blames
his own troubles on an equally poisoned climate on Capitol Hill or the right-wing conspiracy his wife is so fond of.)

Clinton also inherited his mother’s ability to compartmentalise. He is, after all, a man who could
discuss the Middle East peace process with Yasser Arafat and Benjamin Netanyahu just a few
hours after the Monica Lewinsky story first broke and less than an hour before sitting down to
solemnly deny it on television.

From Lewinsky’s testimony to the grand jury, we learn that he can get a blow job, talk on the
phone to a congressman, and eat a pizza all at the same time. It must be a genetic thing: ‘I’ve
gotten through life by living in the present. . . When bad things do happen, I brainwash myself
to put them out of my mind,’ Kelley wrote in her memoir. ‘Inside my head I construct an airtight
bag. I keep inside it what I want to think about and everything else stays beyond the walls.
Inside is white, outside is black. . . Inside is love and friends and optimism. Outside is negativity, can’t do-ism, any
criticism of me and mine. Most of the time the box is strong as steel.’

On the day Bill Clinton and Hillary Rodham married, Bill told his mother, who had by that time happily taken the
names of three different men, that Hillary was keeping her own. ‘All I could hear was the rush in my head,’ his
mother recalled, ‘and then the tears began to fall.’ For most of her life, Kelley smoked …

Answer

Anonymous wrote in message <199810310400.FAA06…@replay.com>…
CLINTON’S WOMEN

If you are all this bent out of shape over Clinton’s sex appeal, God only
knows how you will react when President Frank gets out of line in a few
years!!

PN

P.S.  What has any of this to do with Gunz?

Yahoo Answer

Question 1

What would you do if i randomly came up to you and gave you a butterfly kiss on your cheeks with my eyelashes?

Best Answer – Chosen by Voters

Punch you in the face for sure!

Question 2

Can you kiss someone with your eyelashes?

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lmfao @ joy and sorrow

Best Answer – Chosen by Asker

Im gunna try that with the next girl I see…

*starts blinking rapidly*

Yeah, you like that…

*gets pepper sprayed*

Question 3

Hey what would you think if: a woman started kissing and sucking on your eyelashes?

I once went to a strip club in SF and had this white blonde woman from europe or russia who worked there as an exotic dancer give me a lapdance. she started sucking on my eyelashes. I was a bit puzzled by that so have you ever done that or have that happened to you? also, leave your general impression of the situation.

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I am weirded out by saliva so I would definatly NOT enjoy that. I also think eyeballs are scary so I would never do that to someone else! I think that is pretty random & bizarre. maybe u have long sexy eyelashes? LoL

Question 4

Why do girls get really obvious-looking fake eyelashes?

today was my first day in college and i see this girl with super big and long eyelashes. they didnt even look like eyelashes, it looked like the hair on her head was growing from her eyelids as well. i mean, she was a hot chick and all (though its obvious she has no natural beauty) but her eyelashes were so overwhelming, you could barely even see her eyes! I would hate to be her boyfriend! go up to kiss her and her eyelashes be poking you in the eye lol…

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It’s one of those beauty fads that go overboard. Eva Longoria and Hilary Duff are the worst. Kim Kardashian is so fake everywhere, I can’t even look at that woman. I think they should have support groups for people like that EA -Eyelashers Anonymous.

Question 5

GUYS: Whats your fave kiss?

Ok, there are a lot of different ways to kiss. I heard that most guys like kisses on the lips rather than the neck. And that some girls like kisses on the neck more so than the guy does. So guys, what kiss do you personally prefer from your girl? French, kiss on the neck, eskimo, butterfly kiss (with the eyelashes against your cheek)….etc. And do you hate it if she has lip gloss or lip balm or chap stick on?

Best Answer – Chosen by Asker

Just kiss me on the lips. If you want to wear lip gloss, thats cool as long as you don’t over do it.

Question 6

People who wear fake eyelashes,do u feel uncomfortable? i want to wear it too but don’t know how?

what stores do i buy them? do i put make up on the eyelash too once i put them on? are they easy to fall? i don’t want one eyelash to fall during the middle of a class or kissing bf or something, lol.
pls tell me some tips.

all the girls who wear them look like movie stars.

Best Answer – Chosen by Voters

look up how to apply false lashes on youtube, there are great tutorials.

Question 7

GUYS….What type of kiss turns you on? A quick 10 pts!?

Ok, there are a lot of different ways to kiss. I heard that most guys like kisses on the lips rather than the neck. And that some girls like kisses on the neck more so than the guy does. So guys, what kiss do you personally prefer from your girl? French, kiss on the neck, eskimo, butterfly kiss (with the eyelashes against your cheek)….etc. And do you hate it if she has lip gloss or lip balm or chap stick on? Do you like it if she runs her fingers through your hair or rubs your face? What’s your preference?

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french kiss i like the girl run her hand though my hair thats a huge turn on for me lol

Question 8

How do you make a guy want to kiss you? (i would prefer answers from guys)?

what signs make a guy want to kiss you? (body movements, batting eyelashes, touching his arm, etc.) im very curious!

Best Answer – Chosen by Voters

Batting your eyelashes and talking in a quiet voice. Also looking at his mouth alot will help

Question 9

Poetry would like to ask question about my poetry?

a lightening bolt screams from the sky and crashes down on my desk.
i run to the kitchen
and grab my cat.
make a cup of coffee
and take a biscotti.
i open the door.
rain drops fall
gently kiss
my face and eyelashes
as i throw my head back
and get lost in the sky.
breathe in the day,
smell of rain
fills me whole,
as i let go
exhale the fight.

Harsh critics always want to classify poems into categories. What makes a poem? Things like rhythm, imagery, ideas. Art can be whatever one decides.

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I can’t agree with Monk at all. It is the separation between the second and third lines that makes this poem work so well. The first two lines deal with something catastrophic. The third through fifth lines jump from catastrophe into absurdity. That’s funny! The rest of the poem is one long sigh of relief from both the tensions cause by both drama and comedy. The whole thing recreates the way I feel when the alarm clock rings. This is good work!

Question 10

What if ur boyfriend kissed ur eyes.. nd eyelashes ? what does tht mean!?

so my boyfriend asked me to close my eyes, and i did so he kissed my eyes ..
what does tht mean!?

Best Answer – Chosen by Voters

aww When I was in high school, my sweetheart told me to close my eyes, and he kissed my eyes. He is my husband now, and he still does it. It’s so sweet. <3 Your boyfriend really likes you!!

(Those other people who answered are strange. They are very immature.