I’ve been to a couple of Eliot Spitzer press things at City Hall, and let me just tell you — there were prostitutes everywhere. I mean, it was unbelievable. Behind him at the podium? Prostitutes. Walking in the hallway with him? Prostitutes. Waiting in his SUV? Prostitutes. And God forbid you got stuck in the men’s room with him. Good Lord, it was like the JFK White House.
Just kidding, I’ve never seen any prostitutes at City Hall. Unless you count Mike Bloomberg.
But it’s been interesting over the last year to watch this guy in whom an overwhelming number of New Yorkers saw a legitimate political gunslinger, a genuine bad-ass who was tearing up to Albany to eff some shit up and maybe mess up Joe Bruno‘s hair while he’s at it. But despite Spitzer’s own famous (and not denied) declaration that "I’m a fuckin’ steamroller," there was no denying from early on he was getting beat up by what is widely viewed as the most dysfunctional state government in the country. Apparently cracking heads on Wall Street and pissing off the Mob as Attorney General is easier than busting up Albany’s three-men-in-a-room mentality as governor. Who knew?
Point being, his star may have been falling, or it never got off the ground, or his own ego took a torch to it, but this is just one hell of a way to go out. Hope it was worth it Eliot! Did you at least get her number?