As both a personal and professional measure of self-preservation, I try not to spend too much time thinking about what goes on below Rudy Giuliani’s belt line. It exists in my mind as a nebulous void, a space where my brain simply cannot — will not — translate visual impulses into actual neural activity. I’ve found life is just better this way. And yet, sometimes I simply have no choice but to consider the former New York City mayor’s lower half.
Friends, this is one of those times.
