The Two Funkitiros

Funkhouser cherishes his wife. This makes him a good husband. But mutual adoration is not such a great thing to have sitting outside your office — literally — when you're the chairman of a $1 billion corporation. Yet there she is, de facto chief of staff.

Squitiro complained to Christopher that critics of her prominent role in the administration were being sexist. But it hardly seems old-fashioned to question whether Funkhouser is able to adequately judge the advice of a political novice to whom his legal and romantic obligations have nothing to do with the rest of us.

Of course, politicians, CEOs and foundation heads rely on their significant others; they'd be strange if they didn't. But boundaries are healthy, and the Funkitiros have blurred them all over the 29th floor of City Hall.

The inappropriateness is clear to everyone but the first couple and their sycophants. It's as if they think the Mark-Gloria union alchemizes some mystical governing abilities that we troglodytes will see in time. But plenty of regular folks stopped believing that months ago.