"...I am way ahead of everybody, and those of you behind me can kiss my ass..."
http://www.guardian.co.uk/usa/story/0,12271,1229806,00.htmlSenator sacked me over tales of congress
What do you do after your online sex blog hits the headlines and loses you your job? Jessica Cutler reveals all
Wednesday June 2, 2004
Imagine dropping your diary on the street somewhere, and the next day, it's world news. That's what happened to me several days ago. Except, I posted my diary on a blog - the Washingtonienne - so my friends could read it for fun. As a young single woman, the diary was mostly about my sex life. I could not believe anybody besides them would want to read such a thing. But thirteen days later, it was all over Capitol Hill.
Incidentally, I worked for a United States senator, so I lost my job. My boss, Ohio Republican Mike DeWine, claimed he was sacking me for "inappropriate use of Senate office equipment". Weird, I've never heard it called that before.
Then I saw my name and photo all over the internet. Type my name into Google and you'll find 32,600 results. I have read some of the racist, sexist comments about me posted on the internet with utter fascination. Unfortunately, these people can post anonymously, while I had to own up to all the stuff I wrote. But that is exactly what I love about the internet: expanding the social dialogue via the unrestricted sharing of ideas. Especially the ones that nobody wants to take credit for.
I left Washington on Thursday and my timing could not be better: it's Fleet Week in New York City. Fleet Week is when ships full of US sailors and marines pull into New York harbour to promote our proud maritime heritage. As an American woman, I cannot help but feel proud of the men who defend our country: they are much better off here than in Iraq. They roam the streets in their uniforms looking for fun and everybody wants to show them a good time. All politics aside, women love a man in uniform, especially boy-crazy girls like me. Like I said, my timing could not be better.
But the real reason I went to New York is not to hook up with sailors; I am here to meet with book people. If I get a book deal, that means I will actually have to write a book, which means I will actually have to do some work to make a living, which is bitterly ironic, since I had the easiest job in the world before I got sacked.<snip>
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