In February of 2006 my husband and I went with another couple to see Billy Crystal’s brilliant and funny one-man show, 700 Sundays. At the end of the show, which I found particularly entertaining because it felt as though he had been living with my family while I was growing up (we weren’t the only people that were crazy!), Mr. Crystal returned to the stage with a large cardboard check in his hand. I can’t remember what the amount was, but it was for money he had raised to help the victims of Hurricane Katrina – and it was a big six-figure number. Then he said he had a special guest to invite on the stage to accept the check – and out walked Bill Clinton.
I screamed. Seriously, screamed like a teeny-bopper. I even went a little weak in the knees, and tears came to my eyes. There I was in row P, acting like a 12 year old seeing Justin Bieber. I honestly felt his energy reaching me, 21 rows back. The other couple that was with us thought I had lost my mind. Not my husband, though – he knew.
Bill Clinton is my dreamboat. My celebrity crush. My hall pass to end all hall passes. He just does it for me.
Why? Many have questioned my adoration of a cheating, womanizing, sleazy guy who just happened to be one of the most effective and charismatic leaders we’ve seen in this country in decades (especially republicans). Why indeed.
It begins, of course, with power. No one is more powerful than the president – except possibly a man who has been president, and then gone on to do incredible things to help heal the world and promote peace and health in places most of us will never visit. He’s reinvented himself as no other recent past-president has done – and he’s restored his health, raised a beautiful and talented daughter, and supported Hillary in her endeavors all at the same time.
His charisma is magical, and his ability to speak – as he did at the democratic convention last year – is mesmerizing. Plus, he’s hot. He’s got a twinkle in his eye and a devilish sexuality that has bewitched many before me. I can understand why Monica Lewinsky did what she did, trashy and creepy and immoral as it may have been. Who could resist? Not me, probably.
I have heard, from people who know people who have met Mr. Clinton, that his magnetism in person is indescribable – and I’m sure that’s true. I can sense it through the tv screen. He was born for politics, for the job of persuading others to think as he thinks. You can’t learn that or teach that. It’s something innate, something natural.
So take your movie stars, television stars, sports stars and rock stars. I’ll take Bill. He’s the one.