If you were to magically (and involuntarily) trade places with President George Bush or Sen. John Kerry, just how well would you and your life withstand intense media scrutiny?
I’m talking about being subjected to the entire gauntlet: the lacerating pundits, the tabloid exposes, the blistering editorials and hatchet men and gotcha journalists and prime-time microanalyses of your every move since you were tottering in diapers.
Me, I would be mortified. Though I’ve lived a pretty good (if abstemious) life, I’d be so damned embarrassed. My gaffes certainly wouldn’t play well in Peoria, especially given the penchant for the melodramatic among the nation’s spinmeisters.
How would you fare? Discuss.