Anderson Cooper’s stylist put him in a microfiber T-shirt for his trip to Haiti. It was a sort of khaki colour: Spare and paramilitary, so it gave off the impression that the reporter was rugged and had just jumped out of a hovering helicopter to cover the disaster. But also the shirt was skintight and designed to enhance his biceps. I suspect it was one of those Man Spanx garments. Anderson remains on the island, picking his way through the dead and dying. He can’t speak French, much less Creole, but I’m sure the Haitians appreciate him just being there.