this was the week in which all the older, dorky men i had a crush on in 1994 (the edge, PJK, tom cruise, etc.) did inexplicably wacked out things. scary. control yourself, matthew modine!
if i was going to marry a kennedy, this was the one. despite the cocaine addiction/bipolar disorder/anger management thing, he isn't too disgustingly older and hasn't raped anyone. he's ambitious (entering politics at 21), tenacious (surviving a spinal tumor), and family-oriented (taking custody of joan after her collapse). never a fan of letting it all hang out, i nonetheless admire PJK's openness. it's such a refutation of the family's tight-lipped stoicism and that takes guts. which is why the oversimplified conspiracy theories and chappaquiddick comparisons are infuriating. maybe PJK is a teddy, but he's also ill, has never hidden that fact, and has spent a decade trying to overcome it and furthering mental health parity policies. so he killed a road block. that's not nearly as ghetto as JFK.
NOTE: as indicated by the teddy posts, the kennedy floodgates have opened. all apologies to my many, many red state readers.