For example, while working in 1987 as a rookie sports reporter at Anchorage TV station KTUU, McGinniss says, Palin was quite taken with future NBA star Glen Rice, at the time a junior at the University of Michigan. While Rice was in Anchorage for a college tournament, McGinniss says - and Rice confirms - Palin hooked up with Rice, using her sister Molly's dorm room at the University of Alaska Anchorage to consummate the tryst.
For Palin's most conservative supporters, I imagine this revelation will raise moral questions of fidelity to her then-boyfriend, Todd Palin, whom she married just months later. And, perhaps, horror that the darling of the lily-white tea party once had a "fetish," as the book further reports, for black men.
Me, I don't care what two single and consenting adults of any color did with their time two decades ago. But I do have a burning question about that long-gone one-night stand:
Did they use the top or bottom bunk? I mean, Rice is 6 feet 8. Is it physically possible for him to be amorous in space that tight? I guess it doesn't matter, if you take the right approach to love, which I imagine Rice does. As his ex-wife, Cristy Rice, said in Season 1 of "The Real Housewives of Miami," "In my world, attitude is everything. I'm keeping it real."
I'm betting Rice kept it real for Palin.
McGinniss also claims that Palin smoked dope in college and once snorted lines of coke off an oil barrel, while snowmobiling with friends. My initial shock at these allegations has turned to empathy. If I were stuck in Alaska, spending long, miserable winters with a nincompoop like Todd Palin, I, too, might need a powdery aid to keep life fun between Iditarods. At least Palin wasn't sampling chemicals from one of the Wasilla area's many methamphetamine labs. That stuff'll kill you.
