All posts tagged "Caitlin Flanagan"

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[rebelmouse-image 24748668 original_size="374x53" expand=1]It's really a toss-up between these two, who have been thrown together because Flanagan was asked to review Alec Baldwin's new book "Bitches Ain't Shit". Sorry the title is "A Promise to Ourselves ". I have no doubt that Flanagan was assigned because her editors assumed that she would be behind what appears to be a typical MRA screed that's just been elevated because of Baldwin's fame, but a funny thing happens when even the most anti-feminist of women, should they have a single brain cell rattling around in their heads, confronts the seething misogyny of MRAs that is only barely disguised by an obsessive detailing of court interactions that make them sound at times more like they're recounting sports statistics than compiling evidence for their bullshit case of why women need to roll over and take their shit. Flanagan isn't the sharpest pencil, but she is a grade B moron, unlike the grade A-ers like Dr. Helen, who fall over themselves defending men's inalienable right to be abusive pricks, if they so desire. And while Flanagan tries to believe that Baldwin was done wrong by the court system, she can't ignore the fact that he acted like a massive, entitled asshole, and his problems with his daughter are his fault, not his ex-wife's. So she actually calls him out.

[rebelmouse-image 24748421 original_size="440x496" expand=1]Pam's post below about the color-arousing tactics post-Prop 8 links what may or may not be the most disingenuous piece of writing I've ever read that wasn't a literary experiment with an unreliable narrator. I say "may not", because I'm only on my second cup of coffee and my mind has been occupied in the past few days with a) writing about environmentalism for my next book, b) finishing up the organization of my music collection, c) playing Rock Band 2, and d) mustering cleverness on issues like pop music history, so the neural pathways that lead to the part of my brain that ranks wingnut writing by levels of coyness are a little dusty. It's possible there's some essay out there where the writer is more pleased with herself for tricking her readership, but I can't think of it.