Matt Welch | May 29, 2009
Regarding the curious case of New York Times woe-is-my-mortgage econ writer Edmund L. Andrews, a critic in the Wall Street Journal asks:
When did journalists go soft -- and come to believe that their foolishness was something to share with the world?
Good question, Sam Schulman! Also, earlier this week, in the world's most bizarre anti-gay marriage tract, the following sentence was shared with the world by a certain...Sam Schulman!
Few men would ever bother to enter into a romantic heterosexual marriage--much less three, as I have done--were it not for the iron grip of necessity that falls upon us when we are unwise enough to fall in love with a woman other than our mom.
I guess it all depends on the definition of the word "foolishness."
Bonus link, to perpetuate the cycle of violence: Sting singing "Too Much Information" 20 years ago in what appears to be a long black dress.
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If women were as easy with their bodies as gay men are, why the hell would anyone get married? Seriously. You don't to be gay to realize that gay men at least, seem to have a pretty good time at least when it comes to sex. Not that there is anything wrong with that. If only use straight people were so lucky.
Well, at least Sam didn't go, ha ha, soft!*
*If you're looking for Sam, you can always find him at the Bates
Motel.
Sting singing "Too Much Information" 20 years ago in what
appears to be a long black dress.
Gaaahhh, it burns...couldn't you have linked "Too Much
Paranoias" instead?
It's hard to tell with the pixelation, but I'm pretty sure he's not wearing a dress, but rather gaucho pants. Either way, The Queen of The Elves wants her jacket back.
Sug, do you remember the brief resurgence of gaucho pants a couple of years ago? (Tell me this was not just a retarded West Coast thing.) As unflattering on the ladies as they are on Sting.
Mom threw my comics out.
The thought they she burns in the circle of hell where such acts
are punished warms me.
At least half of that article is dedicated to explaining how the
concept of marriage has changed drastically over time, especially
in the west. He seems to oppose gay marriage because it, like
modern heterosexual marriage, doesn't have anything to do with what
marriage was all about hundreds of years ago in backward
societies.
Well, at least he was fairly affective at demolishing the notion
that we shouldn't redefine marriage... if anything, one of the most
certain traditions of marriage is radical modification to fit a
society's needs.
Dag,
Oh, they were on campus with a vengeance. Ugly damn things. I don't
know why fashion is occasionally at such odds with the female form.
(Not high fashion, which is just a form of art and not meant to
being worn by humans.)
The wife has recently fallen in love with A-line skirts, and I'm a
happy husband. If I could just get her to wear more dresses...
SF,
You should convince administration to ban co-eds from wearing
anything besides sundresses in the warm months. Except for the
fatties, of course. They should be expelled.
Sug,
Yes, I have come to realize that the best person to take shopping
is a straight guy. (If a dude actually agrees to such an excursion,
major points are awarded.) Just because the gay boys at Express say
it's fabulous, don't make it so, ladies.
Except for the fatties, of course. They should be
expelled.
How would you get laid then, Mr. Coyote Morning?
Why, with the power of my imagination, Mr. Isiarch. It's better than fatty-stink.
Oh I don't know, I think it's good to hear about how stupid NYT
reporters are.
Just when I think they can't get any stupider, they prove me
wrong.
Dag,
I made the mistake of being fashion-helpful early in our
relationship. It doomed me to 17 years of shopping. Which I don't
really mind until she goes in the changing room and I lurk by the
sales racks trying not to look like a perv. Thank goodness for
Peggle on my iPod.
It doomed me to 17 years of shopping.
Lemme help you out with that, Sug.
Let's assume your wife is a size 8. Next time she comes out of the
changing room, say "Honey, are you sure that's not a size 6?"
You'll never have to go shopping with her again.
Suga - Well, if you're like me, it's hard not to look like a perv when I am, in fact, a perv... :)
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