We don't know what Liz Claman of Fox Business News said to the former governor to get him on her show last night, but it probably wasn't, "Let me spend fifteen minutes or so pouring scalding wax on your nether regions, verbally."
Exclusively in our imaginations, that is. We're not sure whether Hillary Clinton, in the past 48 hours, has called Silda Wall Spitzer. But it's not out of the realm of possibility. Clinton is close with the Spitzers, and she did call Dina Matos McGreevey after her ordeal with the whole "My husband's a gay governor" thing to give counsel. So we're just going to assume that she did for a moment (we're not sure you'll ever hear the real story confirmed by her press people anyway — they likely don't want to remind everyone that Hillary for a long time was best known for standing by a philandering husband). We'll never know for sure what might have gone on in such a conversation (until, of course, Silda gives up on Eliot and gets her $3 million book deal), but we do have an idea. Thus, we have constructed for your reading pleasure an imaginary phone conversation between Hillary Clinton and Silda Wall Spitzer:
[A phone rings somewhere in the Spitzer apartment on the Upper East Side. Silda is holed up in the bedroom, reading a copy of Honor Thyself, Danielle Steel's latest best-seller. She does not get up — the thing has been ringing off the hook, and it's always for him. Usually these insistent calls come late at night, after she's thankfully taken a Klonopin and drifted off to sleep. On the other side of the apartment, Eliot is surrounded by advisers in the children's playroom. He is seated precariously on a Playmobil tea table. He picks up the phone.]
Eliot: If this is anyone but the Daily Princetonian, I have no comment, okay?
Hillary: Hello, Eliot.
Eliot: Kristen? Is it you? I've been trying—
Hillary: NO, it's not KRISTEN. God, they always have white-trash names, don't they?