So I’m skimming Memeorandum, wearily chuckling at Ben “$400 haircut!!1one” Smith’s apparent inability to properly distinguish between ‘censorship’ (Eek!! What does teh Obama has to hide aboot teh Blago?!) and ‘burying‘, when I spot the following Salon headline on the New Item Finder sidebar:
Thinking it’s time to once again break out the trusty Em Ess Em clue stick, I click, only to discover that it’s just the latest moldy Camille Paglia time-slip from the Alanis Morrisette era (yes, yes–you! you! you! oughta know not to click a Salon link on the second Wednesday of every month, unless it’s Glennzilla). So, I figure, why waste the effort? I have many, many other tasks awaiting my attention that are far more worthwhile than tying myself up in knots trying to untangle Paglia’s typically twisted reasoning.
Seriously–these cuticles won’t tend to themselves.
Oh, and just to briefly satisfy your perverse curiosity, yes, she’s still Madonna-crushing hardcore on the neo-feminist ex-mayor of Wasilla, spouting some blather about “the quick, sometimes jagged, but always exuberant way that Palin speaks — which is closer to street rapping than to the smug bourgeois cadences of the affluent professional class.”
Apparently Pags is trying her goddamndest to be hailed as popademia’s answer to John Hinderaker.
(Oooh. Jagged yet exuberant!)