Maureen Dowd goes cougar — and draws a paycheque for reproducing an email exchange. Again.
Evidently there’s nothing else going on in the entire world this week.
This would maybe make a nice piece for EW or the TV Guide, but what the flying fuck is it doing on the Op-Ed page of the most (rightly or wrongly) respected newspaper in the fucking world?
Update: Going through the readers’ comments on Dowd’s column this morning, I noticed that someone had observed that the whole thing reads like an “inadvertantly hilarious horror movie” conceived and directed by Woody Allen. When I went back a little later to retrieve the comment in order to post it here, it had been deleted. The Times has to work very hard to make Dowd appear to be a relevant something-or-other (political pundit?? arbiter of taste?? cultural critic?? “humorist”??) and apparently had second thoughts about a comment that was perhaps a little too close to the truth.
