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Last updated on March 6th, 2018 at 12:30 am
Maureen Dowd reports:
When I need to work up my nerve to write a tough column, I try to think of myself as Emma Peel in a black leather catsuit, giving a kung fu kick to any diabolical mastermind who merits it.
I do the same thing. And when I’m working up my nerve to write a sensitive, caring piece, I think of myself as Mother Teresa in a humble shawl, handing baby seals to little leper children. When I want to write something about serious geopolitical issues, I imagine myself in Theodore Roosevelt’s tiny spectacles, shooting mimes on the way to invading Cuba. And when I aim to write a column everybody will ridicule and shun, why, I picture myself as Maureen Dowd.