Futile, indeed

Okay, we admit it: We've been strangely silent on the Seven of Nine/Scary Republican divorce papers fracas. Mostly it's because the thought of Jeri-Lynn doing anything with that creep is so upsetting. But then we forced ourselves to read the court documents (filed by the allusively named firm of Trope & Trope), and found this intriguing tidbit from her description of the events:

The clubs in New York and Paris were explicit sex clubs. Respondent had done research. Respondent took me to two clubs in New York during the day. One club I refused to go in. It had mattresses in cubicles. The other club he insisted I go to. Respondent did not like to go out to dinner, and we went out to dinner together that night. He said the least I could do in return was go to the club....

Typically, of course, what interests us is not the quid pro quo ("you made me eat food, now you have to have sex with me in front of other people in a skeezy club!"), but the idea of this research project on which the investment banker-cum-teacher had embarked. Did he just google "sex club new york"? Use Nexis? Assign it to an intern?

In any case, he's probably regretting that one of his early campaign events seems to have been named for one of filmdom's most famous sex clubs.