Dana Perino shattered my idea of her the other day:

Perino said she “panicked” when she got the Cuban missile crisis question because she wasn’t exactly sure what the Cuban missile crisis was. “I really know nothing about the Cuban missile crisis,” Perino said. “It had to do with Cuba and missiles, I’m pretty sure.”

 Perino said she went home that night and asked her husband, “‘Wasn’t that, like, the Bay of Pigs thing?’ And he said, ‘Oh, Dana.’”

I had been thinking that there was a mysterious, icy-cold uptightness about her, an uptightness which I found very appealing. Alas, it’s just “deer in the headlights” syndrome, a far less attractive trait. What else does she not know, one wonders?