I am a proud Jersey girl — as it happens, a Jersey girl from Gov. Chris Christie’s hometown, Livingston. (Go, Lancers!) Christie was in my younger brother’s high school class.
But I have a hard time warming up to Christie’s Jersey bluster. His style, unvarnished verging on crude, can be amusing. But I suspect that charm, such as it is, has its limits. Christie unleashed could end up turning off voters.
Consider the scene Sunday night in Exeter, N.H. Christie, campaigning with Mitt Romney, is being heckled by protesters yelling, “Mitt kills jobs. Christie kills jobs.”
At which point Christie stops. “Really? You know, something may go down tonight but it ain’t gonna be jobs, sweetheart.”
Go down? Whatever could he mean? Sweetheart? I don’t think I want to let Christie call me sweetheart.
The Republican Party traditionally suffers from a gender gap with women voters. Is this kind of dismissive attitude really the way to narrow it?