By Debra J. Saunders
San Francisco Chronicle.
“It’s time to burn the beret and bury the blue dress,” Monica Lewinsky, now 40, writes in a Vanity Fair essay due for digital release today. All I can say is: You go, girl.
The 1998 revelation of L’Affaire Lewinsky and its fallout should have made one thing clear to American women. Forget “You’ve come a long way, baby.” When husbands cheat, the other woman usually ends up the odd man out.
Bill Clinton’s presidency and poll ratings survived his self-serving definition of sex. Hillary Rodham Clinton had to live with her husband’s betrayal, but the scandal helped boost her career from first lady who blamed “a vast right-wing conspiracy” to U.S. senator, to presidential front-runner, then secretary of state.
Lewinsky’s professional life did not fare so well. In the first few years after the scandal, she gave interviews that demonstrated how clueless and reckless she had been in hooking up with the “big creep.”
Largely silent over the past decade, “that woman — Miss Lewinsky” has wised up. “I look back now,” she writes, “and shake my head in disbelief, and wonder: what was I — what were we — thinking? I would do anything to go back and rewind the tape.”
A gal’s gotta make a living. Lewinsky used her name to peddle handbags and a weight-loss program. She earned a master’s in social psychology at the London School of Economics, but the world wouldn’t let her keep a low profile.
“I eventually came to realize,” she writes, “that traditional employment might not be an option for me.” Only employers who wanted to hire her for “the wrong reasons” made offers.
When you think of how the infamous ex-intern could have cashed in, you appreciate that over time Lewinsky became selective.