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This past week was the 57th anniversary of the death of Mary Jo Kopechne, a young woman who somehow found herself in a cardriven by a drunk who just happened to be the brother of a dead president. Most people born after 1980 really have no idea who she was, unless they have an interest in ancient pop culture. Tragically, that is what Mary Jo, a Pennsylvania native, has become to so many: An asterisk in the larger narrative of the so-called “Lion of the Senate.” To me, this pro-abortion womanizer was much more of a jackal, but I’m one...

It’s been a while since I’ve thought about Sarah Palin, except for the increasingly rare instances where someone says, “You know, with those glasses and that square jaw you look a lot like ...” The ex-Alaska governor/GOP veep candidate/Fox News commentator has fallen off of my radar screen, even though I have absolutely nothing against her and am flattered to be mistaken for a woman who can kill and skin a moose. But every now and then, Sarah re-emerges as a cultural lightning rod, someone whose simple existence still drives feminists to bitter tears and the men who want to...