Whether in politics, Hollywood, or in my personal circle of friends, I don’t care who sleeps with who. I don’t care if a politician is gay (unless he’s a homophobe in public, then all bets are off). So I just didn’t get what all the hoopla about John Edwards was about.

“Why all the fuss?” I asked my husband Scott, a journalist. “Who the hell cares, besides his wife and kids?”

Scott gently pointed out  that this man could have been Obama’s nominated VP, or even the nominee himself.  And had that happened — well, disaster. The democratic nomination derailed. John McCain the next President.

The country deserves better than Bush. Better than McCain, and, I guess, better than Edwards. It deserves Obama. If he wins, I will throw a party on January 20, 2009, and toast the end of an eight-year nightmare.