[I think this is where I have to issue a disclaimer about my
politics. If you love or hate Trump, Clinton, Sanders, or any of these
other products of gormless vanity, that's on you. I find that
politicians and I share an indifference towards one another for which I'm
grateful.]
A number of months ago, the current vice-president stirred elements of the loyal opposition when he spoke of the agreement that he and his wife had concerning his activities and comportment while in political office. He would not, for example, dine alone with a woman not his wife. Given the sexual antics of his colleagues, this seems a safe, healthy, and prudent mutual understanding.
A number of our more emotionally compromised actors, pols, and media luvvies [entertainment, politics, and news are now so intertwined that it's essentially a mighty wad] went a tad ape over it all, accusing the vice-president of all sorts of heinous motivation behind something practiced by two people as part of their marital covenant. Mostly, he was called "sexist" and this was seen as a warning that he harbored nasty thoughts about women.
I had to laugh at ordained colleagues in the Episcopal Church who also reacted with a canine-esque hydrophobia to this news, as we have the same rule as part of the mandated "safe church" protocol.
The only difference is that our version of this practice is forced upon us by our diocesan authority due to the rather libertine manner in which some of our clergy regard the sacrament of Holy Matrimony, while the Pence's came to their mutual agreement voluntarily.
This whole business now has a certain grimy luster to it in light of the revelations about a Hollywooder's grotesque piggery and its enthusiastic enabling; something that I would think absurdly exaggerated if it were from a plot in one of their violent and smutty products. This rather undercuts their preferred societal role as the keepers of the moral high-ground, doesn't it?