The only good thing to be said about this is the degree of disgust evident in Andria Mitchell’s voice and look. Too bad she evidently feels she has to take orders from Chris (“any B.O. criticism is a code word”) Matthews.
Isn’t it time to send Matthews to join Olbermann?
Don’t they worry that the Obama sand sculpture will remind people of…
- by Shelley (1792-1822)
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
That look on Andria’s face was priceless. It was like someone put fresh dog poop right under her nose. She was careful to let Condi know that this question wasn’t coming from her.
Condi’s answer was great too. She completely refused to get into the gutter with Chris. I wonder if she didn’t run for office just to avoid wallowing in mud with the pigs (from both parties).
But one weird thing I’ve noticed on your blog, is that you interpret every male-female interaction as extreme “male domination of female”. Like in this instance, Chris was passing on a (stupid) question that he couldn’t ask inperson because he wasn’t there. In what sense is he giving Andria orders? (he actually asked if she could forward a question. )
In another post about that European “Science is sexy” video, you interepreted a young man’s surprised smile at seeing beautiful women his age as some kind of S&M Bondage thing (there was clearly no such intention involved).
Maybe you’ve had very different male/female interactions that most people, but it comes off as kind of weird.