When someone feels their boat has sailed and needs to regain the glamor of their former self, they write the words they think the in-crowd wants. Her career as a writer has descended into the role of a panderer as her image is losing its appeal.
If there ever was a walking human garbage dump, it is Maureen Dowd (as in dowdy old bitch).
Life had passed her by because she’s such a hag but she still has a keyboard and the NY Times for her sad, sad commentaries that most people ignore or never heard of, or even care to hear of.
There once was a Star Trek episode entitled “Who Mourns for Adonis”? Well, sometime in the future there will be a column entitled “Who Mourns for Dowd?” I won’t be reading it. Why waste time on a wasted life?
When someone feels their boat has sailed and needs to regain the glamor of their former self, they write the words they think the in-crowd wants. Her career as a writer has descended into the role of a panderer as her image is losing its appeal.