By Eric Weiner
Silver Spring, Md. — It's never easy being a Weiner, but I can't recall a week as difficult as this one. I desperately want to escape myself, but I can't. I am everywhere. Today, I learned I have few allies, even among Democrats, and that I may have given public relations advice to a porn star. My wife, though, is standing by me. For now.
Representative Anthony D. Weiner, the congressman from New York (no relation, as far as I know), has rendered my life a lot less fun. I'm afraid to Google myself, normally one of my favorite activities, lest I find myself confronted with those now-ubiquitous bulging shorts. (Not my shorts, just to clarify.) I've become adept at hiding the morning news before my 6-year-old daughter asks, again, "Dad, why is our name in the newspaper?" In the digital age, we are yoked, for better or worse, to those with whom we share certain letter combinations. Names matter, now more than ever.
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