Walk like a lady, talk like a lady, smile a lot, and for crying out loud ... fight the primitive urge to get that tattoo! ;)
Posted on 10/30/2005 6:14:25 AM PST by shrinkermd
When I entered college in 1969, women were bursting out of theirs 50's chrysalis, shedding girdles, padded bras and conventions. The Jazz Age spirit flared in the Age of Aquarius. Women were once again imitating men and acting all independent: smoking, drinking, wanting to earn money and thinking they had the right to be sexual, this time protected by the pill. I didn't fit in with the brazen new world of hard-charging feminists. I was more of a fun-loving (if chaste) type who would decades later come to life in Sarah Jessica Parker's Carrie Bradshaw. I hated the grubby, unisex jeans and no-makeup look and drugs that zoned you out, and I couldn't understand the appeal of dances that didn't involve touching your partner. In the universe of Eros, I longed for style and wit. I loved the Art Deco glamour of 30's movies. I wanted to dance the Continental like Fred and Ginger in white hotel suites; drink martinis like Myrna Loy and William Powell; live the life of a screwball heroine like Katharine Hepburn, wearing a gold lamé gown cut on the bias, cavorting with Cary Grant, strolling along Fifth Avenue with my pet leopard.
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Sorry: I find Ms. Dowd's writing to be derivative and self-absorbed. She tries too hard to be clever, and rather than attempting to discover the truth of a matter, expends her verbal energy attempting to shoehorn whatever she sees into the mean little boxes of her prejudices and petty dislikes.
For most people finding a soul mate, helpmate and spouse surely seems more important than finding the right SCOTUS candidate.
Walk like a lady, talk like a lady, smile a lot, and for crying out loud ... fight the primitive urge to get that tattoo! ;)
"Lady why don't you just get laid"? -- From "The Eiger Sanction
Then she should be writing for the Enquirer or People magazine if she wishes to spew her menopausal hysterics, vice nationally syndicated political opinion.
You can support her all you want.
The Times can too.
See how long the Times and Dowd last.
Dont expect anyone to sign on to her drivel. You are free to do so.
People who have problems generally stop maturing at the age the problem took root, and they stay there until they resolve the problem.
While it's good that feminism made it all right to choose to be a spinster with a career, and those who never had an offer of marriage can still live a prosperous and enjoyable life and retire in comfort and have plenty to care for ourselves, it's sad that all women are still judged by their marital and reproductive status -- and by their age and fashion sense. Those of us with lives of our own just blow this kind of thing off, but it's kind of like being nibbled by ducks; it won't kill you but it surely does make it hard to concentrate on what you really need to get done.
Dowd needs to resolve her problems and move on from them. So do a lot of men her age.
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She looks like a used up old French whore.
It's so painfully obvious that Dowd would be much better adjusted if she had a real man and great sex in her life.
She has always needed that yet refuses to acknowledge it.
Children would have been nice too.
So she could live outside herself and toss all that self obsessed projecting she is prone to.
I have pity for her. I know a lot of women like her.
They have been totally screwed up by feminazi logic designed by lesbians for lesbians yet foisted on women as a whole.
A tragedy.
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I don't mean to change the subject, but I have to go anyway, so I won't be able to read any replies until later.
Your comment reminds me of Dick Morris. Brilliant analysis, hopelessly incorrect conclusion. Perhaps I would call it Intellectual Myopia.
(As a homework assignment Doc, what about comparing and contrasting the psycho-sexual obsessions of Maureen Dowd and Mark Morford with President George W. Bush. T'would be an interesting read. Just kidding. That would mean wading through way too much smelly stuff that gets on your boots.)
Maureen Dowd, who I usually find to be mostly insipid, nails the status of the Modern Girl.
To the male posters on this thread: Are you trying to protect your "eggshell egos from high-achieving women?!"
At least Dowd did not have hatchlings, that continued to pollute the gene pool.
That's the only positive thing I have to say about her (it).
The skank still has the smell of Bill Clinton.
The dour odor of 8 years of rot is hard to wash off.
She's just mad that she clawed her way up to the glass ceiling and no one wants to look up her dress.
And you still are, little miss penis-envy."
Just be thankful you are not married to her. Can you imagine the hell of that?
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