Imagine my delight when I opened my WashPost Sunday Supplement (which comes on Saturday mornings now, for my convenience!) to find that the cover story on the Post Sunday magazine featured my Wednesdays American Street-Mate Barbara O'Brien.
Feather: meet Neddie. Neddie, meet the hot kiss at the end of this wet feather. Down he goes!
Yes, that Barbara, who actually is listed at the American Street's roster of regulars, as opposed to moi, who posts regularly there and gets all the emails and stuff but can't get himself on the actual list of members despite repeated reminders to the Management -- not that I'm egocentrically bitter or anything.
In the piece, Barbara is paired with a Right-globber, one Besty Newmark -- a literal schoolmarm obviously chosen for her uncanny resemblance to Dana Carvey's Church Lady in a very unfortunate wig.
The piece isn't so much a wind-them-up-and-let-them-go-at-each-other kind of gestalt; more it's an isn't-it-wacky-how-much-these-women-share deal. Which is pretty much what you'd expect from a Sunday color supplement.
At any rate, overall I find, in debates of this sort, that the fairer, more enlightened position is invariably held by the Leftist.
[Whisper: Never mind that the article kinda einforces-ray some of the oints-pay I've just been making about the utility-fay of olitical-pay ogging-blay. A gentleman would never point that out.]