I knew things were changing because a succession of my single girlfriends had called, sounding sheepish, to ask if they could borrow my out-of-print copy of "How to Catch and Hold a Man."
because nothing is more indicative of the currents of modern culture than that the girlfriends of someone who uses her real estate on the New York Times Op Ed page to whine about not having a man should want to plumb the sources of her success with men.
Me, I would say "Don't tell a few million people when the people in your life do something tacky" would be a good start at becoming someone who someone would want to share a life with, but I don't have a Pulitzer Prize.
well, speaking as a well-padded middle-aged person who rarely gets enough sleep and dresses like a ragbag, I can say that this is not true.
I suspect that men of the appropriate socioeconomic status who intend something in the long term seldom make passes at girls who wear glasses (or, at least, who wear glasses of sufficient lack of fashion to suggest a basic disinterest in receiving passes), but again, no Pulitzer Prize.
Obviously I know the wrong people, or I would have become rich when I was young and pretty, and therefore would be undergoing the surgical work necessary to retain that tiara.
Y'know, I would swear there is lifestyle reporting which involves avoiding generlizations and talking to someone other than friends and co-workers, but I could be wrong there. I could be exceedingly wrong.
I think this weeks "Get A LiveJournal"* Award goes to Dowd.
*Although it's actually more "Get A LiveJournal, Except You'd Probably Think About It More If You Were Writing This In LJ"
*I'm* 26, and I don't want to feel that raising the children is all I can do. I happen to feel that I can do anything I blimmin' well want to, and damned if they aren't going to pay me exactly the same as they would a man for it.
I suspect that the 26 thing is in reference to the fact that someone who dislikes women is far more likely to find friends among women who are a) just starting out in the headlong rush to upward mobility, and b) haven't yet discovered that there are places that charm can't get you.
Being 26 doesn't make you twitterpated. Being 26 might lend toward being slightly more impressed with Maureen Dowd than, say, someone who has experience that leads them to believe she's full of shit.
Thankfully, there are folks who pick that kind of thing up earlier.
And then, as we see in the works of Ms. Dowd, there are those who never get it.
I couldn't bear to read more than the first few paragraphs of MoDo's lament, but I'm enjoying all these takedowns of it. Does this make me a bad person?
well, you know, I would feel sorry for her if she weren't so transparently gleeful about piling on Clinton over the years for no better reason than that the man in her life didn't like him (she says now that Howell Raines made her write all that mean stuff)
Of course, she said that after she started dating power liberals, so who the hell knows.
Jane Fonda annoys me for pretty much exactly the same reasons.
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