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The Best Story About Anthony Weiner You’ll Ever Hear That Doesn’t Involve Penises

Anthony Weiner, a leading candidate for New York City mayor, speaks with residents in Staten Island on a visit to homes damaged by Hurricane Sandy on July 26, 2013 in New York City. It was recently revealed that Weiner engaged in lewd online conversations with a woman after he resigned from Congress for similar previous incidents.
“Hello … Monica, yes?” Photo: Spencer Platt/Getty Images

Here’s an amazing story from a former campaign intern that also, refreshingly, contains zero penises and/or sex condos:


There was the time when he called his 20 interns into a cramped office, and boasted that if we told him our names and one fact about ourselves, he could correctly identify all of us. He went around the room, then went back to the first intern, and tried to remember her name.

Monica,” he said. No, it was Stephanie.

Then he called me “Monica.” Wrong again.

He got the next three interns’ names wrong, and then called the whole thing off.

Obviously, it’s bizarre for a number of reasons that Weiner kept guessing everyone’s name was Monica. But what we like about the story is Weiner’s immediately recognizable hubris playing out on a small scale.

The Best Story About Anthony Weiner Ever