Women, on the other hand, do almost everything better.
I’d kicked the sext-crazed man around enough, and Nuzzi was such an unsubtle attention whore, so the best thing to blog is nothing. But that was yesterday.
Paging Tina Brown, who — in “End the Damn Dickmanship!” — longed for a testosterone test to screen excessively masculine individuals out of the political arena. Brown acted like she thought her dreamed-of test would only exclude dickish men like Weiner, but I suspected — in my first Weiner post of yesterday — that Brown herself would score high on the test. And now we’ve got more ladies waving their hands around. Give me the test!
There have long been soppy dreams that women in politics would mean kindness and cooperation. “My idea has always been that if we could bring the mothers of the various nations together, then there would be no more war.” I wish I could find video of Vanessa Redgrave delivering that line in “Howards End.” Her silliness is vividly apparent, in a story set at the beginning of the 20th century. It’s absurd to hear the same idea recirculated, as ambitious women tear into men — like Nuzzi into Weiner — and into other women — like Morgan into Nuzzi. To quote Morgan: It’s all bullshit. I mean, it’s such bullshit.
Unfortunately, it seems that the future Aldous Huxley predicted in 1932, in Brave New World, is arriving early. Mockery, truculence, and minimalist living are best, then enjoy the decline. However, we do need a Revolving Door Tax (RDT), learn what Members of Congress pay in taxes, and prosecute politicians and staff and their “family and friends” who profit from insider trading. Oh, and pay “public servants” what they are worth.