Buried in a New York magazine profile of NYC mayoral hopeful Christine Quinn is this lovely story of current Mayor Bloomberg:
As it happens, I was at a Christmas party for the rich just a few weeks ago. It was at a townhouse in the East Sixties, just off Park Avenue, and several times over the course of the evening the subject of Quinn came up. Each person I spoke with expressed doubts about whether she’s tough enough and smart enough to run the city. Implied, or overtly stated, was that the Bloomberg years have been marvelous and she’s no Bloomberg. By which they meant, if I understood correctly, that’s she’s just another politician.
Later in the evening, the host interrupted me to point out that the mayor himself had just arrived. Did I want to meet him? Sure. My friend and I followed the host over, shook Bloomberg’s hand, and my friend thanked him for his position on gun control. Without even acknowledging the comment, Bloomberg gestured toward a woman in a very tight floor-length gown standing nearby and said, “Look at the ass on her.”
Apparently he also prefers his
women female political allies to wear heels and keep their hair well-dyed at all times.
Policy-wise, Bloomberg is a mixed bag. He supports gay rights, while cutting funding for homeless LGBTQ youth. He’s a strong proponent of gun control, but defends NYC’s racist, ineffective “stop and frisk” policy. He’s an advocate for reproductive rights and sex education, but he’s also apparently a casually sexist douchebag. So now you know.