Posts Tagged Maureen Dowd

Different But Equal

Jim Pinkerton looks at Maureen Dowd’s lastest book, Are Men Necessary? and while he starts out good, he goes astray. I think one area that Feminism went astray was the outlook that equality meant sameness, and so the way to be equal to men was to be the same. I’m all for equality, but that doesn’t mean sameness. Different but equal makes perfect sense to me. And so it seems to me that when women try to compete sexually as if they were men, macho men, disaster strikes. That’s the direction mainstream Feminism took and got the pants beat off them, and I do mean that literally. I know men tend to be protrayed as idiots by the media, but it is the height of folly to think that women can try to out masculine the most masculine of men.

And so Jim’s right that Hef is laughing and Maureen is crying, but it isn’t because Men hold all the cards and always have; it’s because Maureen tried to beat Hef at his own game.

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Kevin Explains MoDo

Maureen Dowd is making news again, this time for an excerpt from her new book: Are Men Necessary: When Sexes Collide. I’m proud of myself, because I noticed long ago not only had Maureen asked this question, but she answered it (hint: when it comes to the necessity of men, she’s the David Spade of the Capitol One ads). Matt Yglesias, modern lefty to the core, can’t recognize hate when it comes from the left or is directed at the right group. Ezra Klein, modern lefty to the core, is similarly perplexed, even while he provides evidence from Playboy to rebut her assertion that men only love stupid, spineless Barby dolls.

Let me explain the point of 99% of MoDo’s writing: She hates men. It really is that simple. She hates them for not loving her, for what they’ve done to her and all other women. She isn’t blaming feminism, she’s blaming men for the failure of feminism. In MoDo-land, it’s men who hold the upper hand because they force women to conform to their ideal before they have a long term relationship with them. What a shock then that she can’t find a man.

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A Foot Without A Sock

It’s time for that old inside blogging standby, a stroll through the referrer logs. Yes, I check them like my dog checks his food dish – regularly, optimistically, but always the same old same old. Well, not only do I still get people looking for hairy female armpits (with optional sweat), I am now a prime destination for variations on “Maureen Dowd Sexy”. I have to admit, her current picture is flattering, but then it ought to be. It’s not like they run candid photos of columnists. But the number one google hit for that search will put you off even thinking about the question ever again.

Speaking of sexy, I laugh everytime I see one of those Victoria Secret ads (sorry, policy prohibits the link) that asks “What’s Sexy?” like there is some question, and then answers it by parading around nearly naked women whose bodies are so spectacularly rare that they earn millions of dollars just for having them. If wearing their products made the average women look as spectacular as their models, Victoria Secret would be worth much more than Microsoft and much more popular. The crazy thing is, the average women is capable of being far more sexy than some airhead model with a pneumatic figure parading around in almost nothing.

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Men Vs. Women, Me Vs. Maureen Dowd

The Man Without Qualities is all over Maureen Dowd’s latest with three, oops four as of now, posts that demonstrate that (once again) she hasn’t a clue about what she’s writing about. I generally can’t be bothered with Ms. Dowd as I’m clearly not her target demographic (something she makes clear in that latest column). I know people who admire her, and rave about her writing style. I looked into the matter and discovered that indeed they were right – her writing is amazing as she is able to write a column that is both the column they print and the perfect parody of the same. “As Dr. Judson told the journalist Ken Ringle, “Her spittle turns his innards to soup, which she slurps up, drinking until she’s sucked him dry.” I’ve heard ex-wives described exactly the same way. 

To give Maureen her due, while she uses the same elements over and over, she does manage to arrange them differently on occasion, unlike Molly Ivins, for instance, who writes the same column over and over. No matter what the facts and circumstances are, Molly always manages to draw the same conclusion: Democrats good, Republicans bad, very very bad. Oh wait, sorry, that’s Maureen too.

I try to never be surprised by the media, but I often fail. Michael Savage was (rightly) fired for telling a caller that he hoped he died because he was “a sodomite”. Maureen Dowd tells her readers I hope men become extinct because, well, they have tiny little Y chromosomes, and … … nothing happened, no response. I suppose it’s because of the sheer scale – Mr Savage’s hate was something you could wrap your hands around because it was so personal; Maureen’s hate is hard to see because it’s so vast – half the human race vast. But this time I’m doubly surprised: A top columnist in the Newspaper of Record keeps writing columns on subjects I’ve already covered, and covered better IMHO, as this reproduction makes clear:

Dear Mr. Know-it-all,

My wife and I have been having an argument that is threatening to end our marriage and we need your help in settling it. She says that men can be replaced by a turkey baster, and I ask her who will fight their wars? Then she just laughs (a distinctly unpleasant laugh). So, who’s right?

Dan Collision, Ottumwa Iowa

While I try not to get involved in domestic disputes, I felt I must help as your remark about the laugh makes me believe she has told this story to her friends and they all agree with her that you are a big goofball. So I will tell you, you’re both wrong. Men can’t be replaced with just a turkey baster; a hot water bottle is also required (in season). I can understand you two overlooking this as we are just now getting cooler weather and all summer long your mere presence in bed has been making her too hot (and not the good kind of hot, either). And the thing that’s actually kept us from being replaced, since turkey basters and hot water bottles are cheap and plentiful, is an automated system to take out the trash. When this system is cheap and plentiful, then mankind will become womankind. For the nostalgic woman, it will store the odor from the trash and then spray this fragrance at random intervals in the house while saying “Ah, that’s better”, “Don’t light a match”, “Like roses”, or “I wouldn’t go in there if I were you”.M

As to your remark about fighting wars, physical combat would be obsolete without any men. Instead, each country would make catty remarks about the other country behind its back, until from embarrassment one country would surrender and the victor would take some of the remarks back (how much would be part of the peace settlement) and the loser would take them all back. So Dan, I hope I’ve done my part for domestic tranquillity.


PS You’ll know women have been replaced when you see chisels and gasoline sold in the cleaning products aisle at K-Mart.

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When Is A Choice Not A Choice?

One of my gripes about old time feminists is that they talk a lot about choice, but they don’t really mean it. Abortion should be a choice they say, but when it comes right down to it, they pretty much think that abortion is the only right choice for any “unplanned” pregnancy. What a women does with her life should be up to her they say (and I wholeheartedly agree), but they can’t stop criticising women who choose family over career. I’ve noted before that a lot of my female college classmates made that exact choice – leaving very successful careers to stay at home with the kids. Maureen Dowd has gotten around to noticing the same trend and instead of being surprised like moi, she’s pissed. For her its like a multiple choice test – when given a choice, there’s only one right answer.

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