To add to yesterday’s comment-thread discussion about Caitlin Flanagan: Yes, she’s one of those annoying “contrarians” who made her rep yelling at other women for a variety of perceived offenses – working while having young children, enjoying marital sex less than she does, etc. (At least this is what I’m recalling; I don’t have time to go spelunking for those links.)
That said, she’s an excellent writer, and she’s done a couple of outstanding pieces for the Atlantic in the last few years — one on fraternity drinking culture and the legal steps frats have taken to insulate themselves from any liability connected to that, and another on a death at Penn State related to, yes, fraternity drinking.
So you takes the good with the irritating, I guess.
Wednesday already. Big week, only halfway done. Tomorrow I have an evening event for one job, and the guest of honor can’t attend. Fortunately, his wife will stand in for him, and the only duty I’m down for is “assist the photographer,” so I guess I can handle it. I’m dressing for that one at my other job, but will be one of those women shlepping through downtown in a nice dress and sneakers, because man, me and heels don’t get along anymore. I’ll put them on at the venue and take them off the instant I leave.
Now that you’re full up with my wardrobe notes, what else is there to discuss today?
The Kavanaugh situation, obviously.
And this, of course:
A little song, a little dance/ a little mushroom…no, I can't profane the memory of Chuckles this way.
— Charles P. Pierce (@CharlesPPierce) September 18, 2018
Oh, and this, something I wrote yesterday. It’s about those annoying rental scooters.
And with that, I have to leave early. Sorry, but you should see my to-do list.