In regard to Carly Fiorina, there are two schools of thought (within the boundaries of actual thought). The first is an academic view, such as that of Trump-cited Jeffrey Sonnenfeld, Yale professor of management and leadership, who writes in Politico:
[Fiorina's] behavior — sidestepping accountability by resorting to demagoguery and deflection — is exactly why she failed as a leader the last time.
The second is more subjective, more personal, such as that of Carly's
first husband, Todd Bartlem, a Stanford classmate who’s told other reporters that in the years they were together, she had no political opinions and considered Dress for Success her bible. When reached by phone recently [by Bloomberg's Melinda Henneberger], Bartlem said only, "You’re wasting your time, and I don’t want you to waste mine. In the clown car that is the Republican Party, she’s the ultimate clown." (Click.)
In its cold, detached, clinical analysis, I often lean to the first view. But I am fond of, and partial to, the second school of thought as well.
I am torn, adrift between two commensurate worlds of thoughtfulness — one, where Carly is a blistering harpy of consistency; the other, where Carly is an acutely superior Republican clown, right up there with Trump.
Should I give this more thought? Carly's first husband has the answer to that, I think.