Ever had something happen, something you did, that when everyone found out about it you kind of wanted to crawl under a rock?

I remember, back when I was in university, deeply closeted and living with three other engineering students, and one of them found my stroke material, a Mandate magazine (back in the days when Mandate was hot), under the bathroom sink, where I’d (stupidly (or intoxicatedly)) left it. And he left it on top of the sink.

So I know how National Review’s Rich Lowry feels, now that everyone on the planet knows he gets more erect when Sarah Palin winks, totally right at him!

I’m sure I’m not the only male in America who, when Palin dropped her first wink, sat up a little straighter on the couch and said, “Hey, I think she just winked at me.” And her smile. By the end, when she clearly knew she was doing well, it was so sparkling it was almost mesmerizing. It sent little starbursts through the screen and ricocheting around the living rooms of America.

Rich, can you tell me how to remove starburst stains from my towels?