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Maureen Dowd sure was working hard during her recent Australian visit:
The really bad thing the feminists have done is to make it hard for Dowd to get a date. In her talk, Dowd said she hadn’t had a date for yonks and that men were scared of smart women. She then gave the audience her hotel room number.
Throw in the hanta virus and a holiday in Darfur and you’ve got yourself a deal, little lady!
Hmmm.
You know it would be really funny to get some very hairy obese guy to show up at her door with flowers and sans pants.
Posted by memomachine on 2006 03 18 at 10:09 AM • permalinkJeebus, you’ve just got to open your mailbox and there’s plenty of red-blooded chaps who like post-menopausal verbose blood-nuts with bingo wings; oddly they all seem to be black. That shoud sit OK with MoDo’s sensibilities.
I beleive they trade under the name of “MILFs Luv Black” or something similar- I’m sure she could get a date there.
Good God woman, live with some dignity.
Posted by Andrea Harris, Administrator on 2006 03 18 at 10:17 AM • permalinkWell, she can’t be too smart or she’d know how to attract—and keep—a man. It wasn’t that hard for my mother or my wife. At least I don’t think it was that hard.
Posted by wronwright on 2006 03 18 at 11:28 AM • permalinkMaybe MoDo should offer herself up as a mail order bride. It might work if she could speak Russian or Tagalog…..God knows she doesn’t understand her native culture.
Posted by The_Real_JeffS on 2006 03 18 at 11:51 AM • permalinkBig problem for Mo Do – delusion that a ‘journalist’ is inherently a smart person. Maybe some are, but it isn’t my default assumption. She has surrounded herself with too many mutual back-slappers.
When I was at university, the real smart kids did engineering, medicine, law and science. The dumbos did liberal arts degrees like politics, ‘communications’, peace studies, feminist studies etc. If you had a pulse and didn’t wag a tail you could get in and pass one of those degrees. Heavens, Margo got one and she can barely string a sentence together.
My wife is a doctor – plenty of letters after her name, graduated from one of the world’s top medical schools with flying colours and could beat MoDo intellectually anytime. She didn’t have trouble finding a husband and generally being popular among men.
Maybe MoDo’s problem is that she is trying too hard to find men who don’t find her clever enough. She needs to find someone more on her level – maybe a primary school teacher or someone in HR. Or maybe an actor.
Posted by Flying Giraffe on 2006 03 18 at 11:59 AM • permalink... and every other guest on that floor immediately requested a room change and a rebate…
Posted by richard mcenroe on 2006 03 18 at 12:36 PM • permalinkI think MoDo is confusing a facility for penning biting sarcasm with the broader aspects of genuine intelligence. The former requires a certain amount of intelligence, to be sure, but only a little, concentrated through the lens of her very narrow interests, is sufficient to create a mere opinion essay. I think most men admire intelligent women, but they prefer intelligence to be leavened with kindness, patience and humor of the good-hearted variety. An arrogant, neurotic and cynical woman - or man, for that matter - is unlikely to recruit admirers interested in romance.
Somebody just send her a bag of vibrators and maybe we won’t have to hear all this tripe from her again….
Posted by Major John on 2006 03 18 at 01:53 PM • permalinkRebeccaH — Or she was a big hit at fraternity keggers…
Posted by richard mcenroe on 2006 03 18 at 02:02 PM • permalinkJeez, El Cid, thanks a heap! Ugh!
richard—MoDo would be a big hit at any kegger only after the kegs were drained dry and the supplier shut down. But I pity the poor guy the next morning…...talk about a coyote experience!
Posted by The_Real_JeffS on 2006 03 18 at 02:06 PM • permalinkThe Real JeffS — I never make coyote ugly jokes since the time I woke up and she was chewing on her arm…
Posted by richard mcenroe on 2006 03 18 at 03:50 PM • permalinkTrying to understand the appeal of the post-post-feminist bashing, I rushed out to buy Dowd’s book.
And that, my friends, is the point of this whole farcical, vulgar little episode. Dignity be damned—there are books to be sold!
Posted by Kyda Sylvester on 2006 03 18 at 03:57 PM • permalinkNice thought, #4 Andrea, but a complete waste of time.
Moron Dowd never had any dignity.
She can’t get a date because she’s too much in love with herself, and as competitive as men are, they aren’t that competitive.
Posted by Barbara Skolaut on 2006 03 18 at 04:32 PM • permalinkpaco, I’ve had the misfortune to read MoDo occasionally, and all I’ve seen is snotty snark. That hardly reaches my standards for ‘biting sarcasm’.
I dunno, maybe bighting sarcasm works. Wouldn’t that mean it was slack and tied to the dock or something like that? Her snark certainly rarely seems to go anywhere, and it’s kinda loose, sorta like it’s author.
Posted by JorgXMcKie on 2006 03 18 at 04:37 PM • permalink26. Texasred, sounds like my dad. Mine told me that nothing looks worse than a lady necking a bottle. It took years before I could drink water from a bottle without feeling guilty.
Maybe MoDo just kept her dad locked under the stairs in case he said something she didn’t like.
Posted by Nilknarf Arbed on 2006 03 18 at 06:10 PM • permalinkPaco, will you please quit fooling around with the English language? Sheesh. It’s not enough wronwright is out there rearranging everbody’s history, but… wait a minute. Is wronwright behaving himself while he’s doing all that time traveling? He’s not messing with the women, is he? Holy Mother of God, he couldn’t be… my great-great-great-grandfather?!?
Word of advice: If you ever want to go anywhere for vacation, do not ask Richard McEnroe for suggestions.
“France, 13th century. A simple time. Great food, buxom women, cheap inns, great wine and ale”. More like warring knights, the Black Death, and jealous menfolk chasing with sharp pitchforks.
Posted by wronwright on 2006 03 19 at 12:06 AM • permalinkAnd Wronwright?
1. That 13th century wine you brought back was awful. Mind you, Howard liked it. He did not need sump oil added to make it palatable.
2. We are running low on Trilobites
3. Where the heck is the T-rex? We have 3 pairs of boots to make from the hide. Also, Howard has volunteered to take it down and skin it. You are invited to the spectacle (for free), ahem, tripod, as he remains in awe of your prowess. Howard says as long as he gets to eat the head, he’ll help with spit-roasting the rest.
We have Tanna Yams to go with it (you remember, the 10-foot long ones).
MarkL
CanberraRebeccaH
Its actually a lot stranger and sicker than that. Wronright is his own grandfather actualy. Some sort of time travel/sumerian mead/hot 20 year old future grandmother/party at Tims place/ thing.
its wrong and sick, but apparently not illegal.Posted by thefrollickingmole on 2006 03 19 at 01:34 AM • permalinkAs m wife remarked, looking at a recent photo of my younger sister, “There comes a time in a woman’s life when she can no longer go sleeveless. Your sister has passed it”. Modo passed it a decade ago.
Wikipedia deals with this delightfully:
Other names for this phenomenon include ‘auntie arms’, ‘tuck shop arms’, ‘dinner lady arms’, ‘nanna wobble’, ‘nan flaps’, ‘bat wings’ and, predominantly in Australia, ‘sugargliders’, in tribute to an Australian mammal that propels itself through the air with the aid of batlike folds of skin.
Of course men are not immune from the onslaught of cruel time. The male equivalent is (qv Mark Latham), ‘man boobs’. I never go topless these days.
Posted by walterplinge on 2006 03 19 at 03:29 AM • permalinkwcf4440—Best laugh of the day. And she’s a Catholic schoolgirl to boot.
Posted by Kyda Sylvester on 2006 03 19 at 02:29 PM • permalink
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