Trina's page of Blogginess

Dear Mayor Newsom,

I had such high hopes. I'm not particularly politically-minded, but frankly, you had me. You, with your youth, your charm, your charisma, your hair. You had me at Care, Not Cash (Prop N). When you stepped into office 3 years ago, and your first (very bold) move was to (attempt to) legalize same-sex marriage... well, that was the clincher. You were my political hero. I had visions of you as a two-term mayor here in our great city. I had visions of you going all the way to the White House someday. You were the John F. Kennedy of our generation.

I know you're human. We all make mistakes. We all do things we regret.

So, you like to date models. Young models. Okay, I get it. I don't particularly love it, but I didn't really hold it against you. I even looked the other way when the report came out that you were dating a 20-year old model/hostess. I rolled my eyes. I called you a man. I thought you should have better judgment. But, I realized this was a personal issue. I could separate this from your political life. This was not something that should affect how your ran your office.

But then I read about the affair. Now, I'm not here to judge you on a personal level; A lot of people (unfortunately) have affairs. I don't like it, I think it's reckless, and ordinarily, I'd still try to separate what you do in your private life from what you do in your public life.

But you.... You had an affair with your campaign manager's wife!? Oh, Gavin. I mean, that's like sleeping with your best friend's wife. How did you think that this wouldn't get out? That it wouldn't hurt and deeply affect everyone involved? In a word, that was just stupid. I can't make an excuse for this one.

I do believe that what you do in your private life is your private life, as long as it doesn't affect your very public job. This time, you crossed a line. You had extraordinary bad judgment. You were just stupid. It makes me wonder whether or not you're really mature and smart enough to really do your job.

And, come on... it's an election year. This is going to hurt.

I verbalized my rant to my husband last night. He asked me if you had lost my vote. I don't honestly know. I'd like to say no - I'd still vote for you. But, you have lost some of your credibility with me. This is going to be a tough one to get over.

My husband said that I was thinking "like a girl". (personal disappointment, questioning your judgment, etc.,)

He said that as a guy, there really is just one response: (One, that apparently, he had, as well as many other guys who had discussed this with him.)

She isn't even hot.

Spoken just like a man.

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