by Damozel | I read Sexual Personae Vol. 1 in---what was it? 1992? A LONG time ago, anyway---and I really enjoyed it. I love reading other people's literary hallucinations, even when I don't buy into them, and Paglia's hypnotic hyper-visual prose style is exceedingly well suited to the discussion of painting and literature.
Though I couldn't agree less with her fundamental premises, I enjoyed reading her strange and wondrous reframings of my favorite works of art and literature. It was like looking at them...um, through a glass, and darkly. Some of her eerier interpretations (on Sade, on Blake, on Baudelaire, on Coleridge on Swinburne) are forever seared upon my memory, not necessarily in a good way or in accordance with my wishes.
So I wish she hadn't ruined it all for me by trying to get herself positioned as some sort of cultural (including popular culture) arbiter. Not satisfied with being a critic and commentator, she wanted to be Ye Supreme Arbiter of American Popular Culture.
Er, Coulter? Ann Coulter? Oh. Yeah. We remember Ann Coulter.
Ann’s wardrobe consists entirely of black cocktail dresses from ”Skanks ‘R Us.” You
know, the title of her book reminds me of that pretentious Calvin
Klein perfume ad from the ’80’s with the slogan, “If obsession is a
sin, let me be guilty.” In Ann’s case, I guess the line would be, “If
an obsession with demonizing half the country is a sin, let me be
guilty, and then send me to Gitmo for the rest of my life.” Ah,
Coulter, the smell of it. Smells like tobacco breath, stale gin, and
...which are, of course, in completely different coloring books. Meanwhile, the Left just laughs the bitter laughter of adults who have seen it all before because OF COURSE everyone knew it was coming, even though it is all so stupid, so stupid and transparent, so stupid and transparent and bogus, and yet full of wingnutty media-fuelled portentousness and pomposity.
Conservative Andrew Breitbart intends to start a new website on which conservatives will review films. Derrierism, a new school of film criticism that Jon Swift identified in August 2007---and a tag which made its way into the Urban Dictionary--- has evolved from "an esoteric school of film criticism championed by a few forward-thinking critics." (Swift 12-9-2008). Quoting extensively from Mr. Swift, the Urban Dictionary defines derrierism as follows:
The critical method of judging movies by whether your buttocks moves in
the seat while watching them. Derrièrists dispense with such niceties
as subtlety and thought in movie criticism, believing that
intellectuals, relativists, existentialists, pacifists, and no doubt
the Communist Left have had the upper hand in film-making for too long.
In short, a "derrierist" is a film reviewer who pulls film reviews out of his---or indeed her---ass.
William Kristol made number 1, with his prediction that Hill had the Democratic nomination all sewed up. Kristol is, of course, reliably wrong, which is why we love him so. Cockney Robin wrote a piece back in 2007 deconstructing Kristol's "Why Bush Will be a Winner" that still makes us laugh out loud. (Naturally, we're laughing at Kristol rather than with him).
We've been trying very hard not to think about the "Bush legacy project," since its very existence defies common sense, decency, geometry, and reality. We're afraid of getting sucked into some GOP black hole of revisionism and coming out on the other side in a world like Camazotz in A Wrinkle in Time where everything is controlled by "Bush's Brain" and all the moms stay home, the dads all go to work, and everyone does everything in exactly the same way and at the same time, all the time. And (channeling Berke Breathed now) is compelled every Sunday to attend the Christianist Church of his or her choice (no Quakers on Bush World).
by Damozel | Full disclosure: Ashamed though I am to admit it, I am---like Nora Ephron---practically
in love with Chris Matthews. This does not make me blind to his faults
(with his Hillary-hatred topping my personal list), but it does impel
me from time to time to compose a poetic tribute.
Peggy Noonan hasn't seen any sign yet of this "recession" thing everyone keeps banging on about---her corner of the world looks pretty comfy and business-as-usual and full of affluent Christmas shoppers to her---and she and her ilk are feeling a bit nervous because now that Bush is going, some menace or threat might saw off the branch on which their designed-by-Hermes silk cocoons are suspended and crush their way of life under its collective heel.
Don't know how we missed Molly Ivors' incisive and scathing---in the manner of a flaying---commentary at Whiskey Fire. In the course of reflecting on MoDo's role in dumbing down public discourse, she says:
Marc Ambinder is clearly pained that Town Hall is "spot-lighting" a certain questionable fund-raising plea "from a foundation that wants to prove, in court, that Barack Obama
wasn't born in the United States and is therefore ineligible to be
president and therefore wants to do a whole lot of bad things involving
amnesty, illegal aliens and the United Nations. Obama'd be the "Usurper
Bill O’Reilly, as you may recall, doesn’t believe that any homeless veterans
exist in this country as a result of the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan.
Now this may seem to contradict observable reality, but you have to
remember, this is Bill’s opinion, which is worth millions of
dollars a year to FoxNews, thus making it one of the finest opinions
that money can buy.
It's like that scene in Post Office
where Bukowski's finally had enough of that co-worker who's always
muttering insults, and wheels on him only to realize that the guy is
lost in a private fog and has no awareness of him or anything else
around him. It takes a lot of the fight out of you.
Nutshell version: Bush could perform a real service to me and other discredited neocons by (1) lying some more; and (2) pardoning the worst offenses of his minions so that no one connected with his administration can discredit us further.
by Blue | Procrustean economics major and so-called "libertarian" Megan McArdle has attracted more than her usual heaping helping of well-deserved loathing and contumely. I have collected a few of them here for posterity.
by Blue Stockings | I don't think so. But it's a meme that's emerging since the Lieberman thing and the media are running it for all it's worth. Here's a piece by James Kirchick in The New York Daily News to prove it, all "Obama isn't afraid of the raging, impotent netroots because Joe Lieberman blah blah netroots furious rah rah blah dee blah blee." Read it yourself.
The United States has some serious problems: an ugly war, a shaky
economy, a bad government (on the way out, at last). It's been a rough
eight years. So of course it must be someone's fault, and Daniel Henninger has a simple explanation: blame the atheists.
Especially blame the atheist's successful war on Christmas. He says, "A
nation whose people can't say 'Merry Christmas' is a nation capable of
ruining its own economy."