When did you realize you are a dead ringer for Steve Bannon?
I didn’t know for a while. But on election night my text messages started blowing up: “Saw you in New York.” “What are you doing up on the stage?” I texted back, “Everybody’s gotta be somewhere.” But I didn’t pay much attention. It didn’t hit me that it was Bannon they were talking about.
Bannon has compared himself with Dick Cheney, Darth Vader and Satan. How does that make you feel?
Prettier than him. It’s interesting — a friend and I, we were at a meeting here in Washington, standing outside the Hyatt on New Jersey [Avenue NW], and a union was having a meeting there. Some guys were looking at us, staring at us. We went inside and a couple came up and wanted to know [if I was Bannon]. I said, “No, I’m not.” They were nice to me, but they were giving me some tough looks at first.
One night, we were at the National Building Museum for a big fundraiser that the president always comes to. My table happened to be up front, to the side of the podium. A congressman comes over, gives me his card and asks me to meet some of his constituents. When I told him, “I’m not who you think I am,” he reached over, grabbed his card out of my hand and walked off.