That ill-fitting suit in Washington is actually a thing; it’s known as the American sack.

If I had to guess, I’d say that he does have an excellent tailor ... but then turns around and second-guesses him and forces bad changes, just like he does with everyone else around him.

What??? Seriously?

You don’t need a spouse—you need therapy, and lots of it.

In that case, you won’t be too surprised if I tell you to go fuck yourself. Go fuck yourself.