Normally I Enjoy This Whacko Feature
…in my treasured (Yes, TREASURED! THERE. I SAID it!) Sunday New York Times, but they let some pretentious twit idiot in this week.
I Married a Republican: There, I Said It
A story of the soul searching and shame and subterfuge endured marrying a fellow of a different stripe while inhabiting her airy Huffingpo world. Like “one sheet” being a White House plot and Mary Travers’ graciousness in the face of forced GOP cell ingestion, my hinky little Sunday bonbon of escapism has been tainted with smug Leftie angst. Blech.
Instead of being overcome with empathetic feelings for her plight, ALL I could do is wonder WHY TF he was STILL married to her. She seems a shallow, churlish person: all rent and racked with guilt, self loathing and communal queasiness stemming from her mate, who sounds like a pretty together guy.
Dude. Read the paper. I say “dump her”.
But I’m churlish that way.
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February 18, 2008 12:54 pm
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It seems lately the “Style” (and similar) sections of the NYT have more and more stories that make me want to go live in a shack in the woods and never deal with people again.
Around Valentine’s day they had one about how hard it is for New Yorkers to find love because supposedly so few people share the same dietary dogma that they do, and that so few people seem willing to “convert” (be it to veganism, low-carb, whatever) just for the dubious pleasure of living with someone who would bare their souls in an NYT article…
I’m beginning to think the people Times writes about in its human interest stories have an excess of time on their hands and a deficit of useful things to do.
“I Married a Republican” … I think that was a Marvel horror comic from 1974. Nuff said!