February 28, 2007

And You Thought It Was Simple,

. . . speaking truthiness to power.

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Overheard, 4

"It's 9:00 p.m., and we're going back to our rooms. This is pathetic."

"It isn't pathetic until we've gone home early three nights in a row."

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February 19, 2007

Debt-Blogging.

What an awesome idea.

Support, man. It can make a huge difference in human development. And an environment such as the blogosphere wherein one can acknowledge one's shortcomings? That's, um, priceless.

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On Mark Styen, Racism, and Iraq vs. Vietnam

Glenn Reynolds:

Back in the Vietnam days we heard a lot of accusations of genocide hurled at war supporters -- but it was when the war opponents got their wish that the mass murder began, and they were very quiet (or, in some cases, actually defensive of the Khmer Rouge) once it happened.

Read the whole thing.

How people can read America Alone, BTW, as advocating genocide is beyond me. There were moments when I felt Steyn overstated his case, but he isn't a racist: he's deeply concerned about the very real threat of Islamofascism, and how demographic trends will exacerbate that threat in coming years.

Of course, Steyn is defending himself ably, remarking that

I appreciate Andrew Sullivan’s need to make a living and I regret that, alas, there don’t seem to be as many takers for his “conservatism of doubt” as his publishers evidently thought. But if he really feels the need to embroil me in a piffling pseudo-scandal I’d appreciate it if next time he could just finger me as the father of Anna Nicole’s baby and leave it at that.

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February 14, 2007

I Hated Myself.

But I still laughed my head off.

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Finest Oxygen Thieves of All Time!

Send your nominations in now.

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February 13, 2007

Blender Blogging

. . . from a guy who should know about that subject.

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February 12, 2007

What's the Opposite of a Godbag?

A godless bag, of course.

Actually, deep down I feel sorry for Amanda Marcotte—in the same way I felt sorry for Monica Lewinsky in the 1990s, and Washingtonienne two years ago or whenever: when I was young and did stupid things only a handful of people knew about them.

Now it seems that whenever a young woman behaves like an idiot, everyone knows about it. Forever.

And of course I relate to young Marcotte: the shrill feminism, the all-yang-no-yin personality. The hyper-emotionalism, and its corrosive effect on her writing.

I was like that. Still am, in a lot of ways. But to the degree that I've grown up at all, I'm glad I was able to do it out of the public spotlight.

"Ripley, you're just grinding metal. Ease down. Come on; ease down."

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February 11, 2007

The Last Word on Amanda.

Hey! What has that Iowahawk guy got against foul-mouthed chicks, anyway?

Patriarchal fucker.

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February 08, 2007

Just Repeat After Me . . .

"there's no such thing as bad publicity."

And, of course, no place like home.

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February 07, 2007

You Know What Really Turns Men On?

When you waste their other lady friends.

Jealousy in general turns ordinary Plain Janes into man-magnets: there's something about being treated like a Pop-Tart that someone might steal right out of your toaster that no man can resist. Word.

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February 02, 2007

Good Going, Breck Boy.

What does Edwards do to show he's hip?—he hires Marcotte to run his blog. This is the woman who was once able to perceive potential hidden sexism in the shape of a laundry basket, and then explain that any criticism of feminism based upon such fixation upon details was . . . sexist.

I'd write more, but I'm going back to bed. I regard being up before noon as an artificial need, born of the patriarchal construct that it's good to be awake when the sun shines. If you think about it, circadianism is simply sexism writ large, and the discrimination against night owls mirrors that against women, midgets, and People of Color.

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