MEN CAN BE BIMBOS, TOO.

Apparently it's true that the nut doesn't fall far from the tree. Just look at Peter Doocy the scatterbrained son of equally delusional Steve Doocy, the dippy guy whose career has been spent gossiping on a sofa. How these nitwits get to even call themselves journalists is beyond me. One has only to see Peter's mindless questions to the ever-patient Jen Psaki to appreciate how not ready for prime time Petey is.