Since becoming Treasury Secretary, Tim Geithner has taken a whole lot of shit, from both the outside world and internally at work. His boss makes “jokes” in public about dogs pissing on him, chief executives openly speak of his uselessness and hardly a day goes by without a story claiming he’s getting fired and replaced by (take your pick) Jamie Dimon, Mike Bloomberg, or Jojo the idiot circus boy. Basically, his tenure in Washington has become one long blow of the sad trombone. TG has taken most of it in stride but guess what, people? The jabs? They add up. And today's, courtesy of Bloomberg BusinessWeek, just might be the one that pushes him over the edge and by over the edge, we mean into a plastic surgeon's office.
For the magazine's last issue of the year, they've dubbed the Secretary "Furrowed Guardian of the Greenback," and tracked how the dollar is doing versus the wrinkles on Geithner's forehead.
You know, it's one thing to pull this kind of stuff with a guy like Alan Greenspan, who's fully secure in his devastating looks and upon walking into rooms, immediately thinks about how much tail he's gonna pull. Geithner is wayyy more sensitive and now, it's only a matter of time before he's having his assistant book Botox appointments under aliases and telling the doc, "give me the Nicole Kidman."