I am not Rachel Maddow. I do not know Rachel Maddow. Please, do not send me notes for Rachel Maddow. Especially anything challenging my journalistic objectivity (clue: I have none) or “fan mail” with the phrase “if you ever think about trying guys once in a while, gimme a call!”
I got to meet her. One of the best days of my life. She shook my hand. Hugged me. We giggled about how much of a dumbo Richard Cohen is…and then she posed for a picture with me. Unforgettable. She’s fantastic!
FYRM note: Yay! I’m so glad that these two got to bond. I met the delightful Dr. Maddow a few years ago at an art show, and she was gracious to all the fangirls clamoring for her attention. Simply lovely.
“Clothing item a talk-show host needs: For me, it is sneakers, which I can wear 80 percent of the time, secretly behind the desk. That reminds me who I am, even though I am dressed up like an assistant principal in order to meet the minimum dress code for being on television.”—Rachel Maddow - A Pundit in the Country - Interview - NYTimes.com