BUH? SNUH?: Jonah Goldberg says something weird: “I think Dennis Kozlowski, the disgraced former CEO of Tyco, is simply a criminal and, when convicted, he should go to jail for a long time. Anyway, my absolute favorite tidbit from the tales of his looting spree hasn’t gotten much attention. At his now infamous birthday party for his wife in Sardinia. The party featured waiters in togas and faux gladiators. And, they had a full-size ice-sculpture version of Michelangelo’s ‘David’ which had vodka flowing from its you-know-what. Can you imagine putting that on your expense account? That’s what the era of Clinton-greed brought us.”

Whoa there tiger. I’m so very glad Clinton is out of the White House, but in what sense can rich men’s risque (a.k.a. idiotic) hijinks be blamed on Bill? In 1991, were high-livin’ CEOs typically chaste, dutiful, and unlikely to think a vodka-peeing (or whatever) David was cool? Toward the beginning of Maggie Gallagher’s Enemies of Eros, a young woman recounts her surprise and disappointment when she learned that some male execs of her acquaintance had attended a party with–I can’t remember if it was a nudie ice sculpture, or a nudie fountain, or maybe some truly dubious thing involving a hired female and whipped cream–but the point is, it was gross. And she was shocked that men she knew might do gross, objectifying, frat-boy things. (This took place during the Reagan years, by the way.) Gallagher concluded that the young woman was naive–she was right to be upset, but wrong to be surprised. And Goldberg seems to be equally naive.