Here's a cringe-worthy little tidbit from Ryan Lizza's unflattering portrait of Mitt Romney in next week's New Yorker.
It seems Romney's competitiveness streak is as controllable as the verbal and bodily tics of someone suffering from Tourette's.
When he greets voters, this competitiveness often surfaces as posturing; chitchat turns into one-upmanship. After a voter at the New Hampshire diner told Romney, "My daughter goes to Michigan State," he replied, "Oh, does she, really? My brother's on the board of Michigan State." When another patron said that she was from Illinois, Romney told her, "I won the straw poll at the Illinois Republican convention!"
Is this insecurity masquerading as self-confidence or just someone slow with social grace?
