I've been quiet as a mouse on this, because, you know, what can I say? Jeri Thompson is pretty hot, and that's more or less what Scarborough was saying. The "working the pole" reference was a callback to the previous guest, who was discussing pole-dancing aerobics, and not, it seems, necessarily an accusation that Jeri Thompson is a stripper or works that other pole.
It's a strange thing, but a woman can be lovely in all sorts of ways and people can note this without becoming unhinged or lecherous about it, but if she has a big chest, suddenly it's Benny Hill time. (Guilty as charged on this point!)
I remember noting a long time ago, in my head, that in elevated literature (or literature posturing as elevated), in an description of a woman, her breasts were not mentioned, or were described as small. Small breasts = high art; large breasts = low pandering.
Apparently large-breasted women are only fit for discussion in stroke magazines and more lurid pulp fiction. Strange, because, you know, about one-third of the female population is large-breasted. It's not as if we're talking about something luridly exotic like, I don't know, having nipples the size and shape of circus peanuts or something.
Just doing my part to liberate one-third of all women from the shackles of literary/cultural disrespect.
I guess the take-away here is that Joe Scarborough is engaging in Howard Stern style shock-jockism ("Welcome Margaret Carlson... oooh, look at you... oh the things I'd do to you... in my mind I've got you with a spank-paddle and Eleanor Clift over your lap"), but then again, who the hell cares about Joe Scarborough? I don't care that he's an MSNBC liberal zombiebot at this point; I got over that minor trauma long ago. It's just that he's awful as a broadcaster.