I cannot. I read her every so often, asking myself each time, "Why does the NYTimes pay her?" It isn't necessarily that I disagree with her - mostly I do - but even when I might agree with her, I cannot stand how she writes.
The Left just can't help themselves over their hatred for Bush/Cheney. It is really quite funny - and sad at the same time - how her article devolved into a good ol fashioned Bush bashing.
This, and so many of her works read as if she consults with Paula Abdul for substance and style. I think NYT pays her because of literary rubber neckers like me who stop to read how bad of a journalistic car wreck she can concoct each time. At least it gets us to slow down and take a look at the rest of their paper/website.
The case for her having a column is freedom of speech and freedom of the press neither of which require a modicum of intelligence.
Having said that, her mention of a "whiter shade of pale" leaves me wondering if I should have paid closer attention in English class. I have heard of paler shades of white but never the whiter shade of pale.
I am sure that Vikram Pandit who was born in Nagpur, Maharashtra, India will be surprised to find out that he is part of "a cadre of white-bread bankers".
And it is beyond imagination how much better Tiger Woods might be if he only had blue eyes.
From her picture, it appears that she has brown eyes, so maybe she lends credence to the thought that blue eyed people are in fact more intelligent.
But then my own brown eyes and the brown eyes of my wife and son surly put lie to that.
Smoothfur - have you forgotten that great song from the 60s or early 70s (before good music got hijacked by that disco lunacy) by Procol Harum by that name?
"We skipped the light fandango Turned cartwheels cross the floor I was feeling kinda seasick But the crowd called out for more The room was humming harder As the ceiling flew away When we called out for another drink The waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later As the miller told his tale That her face, at first just ghostly, Turned a whiter shade of pale She said, there is no reason And the truth is plain to see. But I wandered through my playing cards And would not let her be One of sixteen vestal virgins Who were leaving for the coast And although my eyes were open They might have just as wellve been closed She said, Im home on shore leave, Though in truth we were at sea So I took her by the looking glass And forced her to agree Saying, you must be the mermaid Who took neptune for a ride. But she smiled at me so sadly That my anger straightway died
If music be the food of love Then laughter is its queen And likewise if behind is in front Then dirt in truth is clean My mouth by then like cardboard Seemed to slip straight through my head So we crash-dived straightway quickly And attacked the ocean bed
I cannot. I read her every so often, asking myself each time, "Why does the NYTimes pay her?" It isn't necessarily that I disagree with her - mostly I do - but even when I might agree with her, I cannot stand how she writes.
ReplyDeleteThe Left just can't help themselves over their hatred for Bush/Cheney. It is really quite funny - and sad at the same time - how her article devolved into a good ol fashioned Bush bashing.
ReplyDeleteThis, and so many of her works read as if she consults with Paula Abdul for substance and style. I think NYT pays her because of literary rubber neckers like me who stop to read how bad of a journalistic car wreck she can concoct each time. At least it gets us to slow down and take a look at the rest of their paper/website.
ReplyDeleteWell she IS a little cutie.
ReplyDeleteI LOVE saying that about feminists.
The case for her having a column is freedom of speech and freedom of the press neither of which require a modicum of intelligence.
ReplyDeleteHaving said that, her mention of a "whiter shade of pale" leaves me wondering if I should have paid closer attention in English class. I have heard of paler shades of white but never the whiter shade of pale.
I am sure that Vikram Pandit who was born in Nagpur, Maharashtra, India will be surprised to find out that he is part of "a cadre of white-bread bankers".
And it is beyond imagination how much better Tiger Woods might be if he only had blue eyes.
From her picture, it appears that she has brown eyes, so maybe she lends credence to the thought that blue eyed people are in fact more intelligent.
But then my own brown eyes and the brown eyes of my wife and son surly put lie to that.
Smoothfur - have you forgotten that great song from the 60s or early 70s (before good music got hijacked by that disco lunacy) by Procol Harum by that name?
ReplyDelete"We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray
And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale
She said, there is no reason
And the truth is plain to see.
But I wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might have just as wellve been closed
She said, Im home on shore leave,
Though in truth we were at sea
So I took her by the looking glass
And forced her to agree
Saying, you must be the mermaid
Who took neptune for a ride.
But she smiled at me so sadly
That my anger straightway died
If music be the food of love
Then laughter is its queen
And likewise if behind is in front
Then dirt in truth is clean
My mouth by then like cardboard
Seemed to slip straight through my head
So we crash-dived straightway quickly
And attacked the ocean bed
Mudge,
ReplyDeleteI stand corrected, but as the saying goes, "If you can remember the 60s you weren't there."