August 19, 2002
From the desk of Jane Galt:Oh, my stars and garters
Oh, my stars and garters -- Norah Vincent has a blog! It's only got one entry so far, but what an entry. . . listen to Norah on Maureen Dowd:
As one (nameless remaining) pundit I respect said to me the other day, “She’s wasting the primest real-estate in journalism. She’s been writing since the mid-90s, and I can’t tell you a single thing she stands for.”I concur. I haven’t heard a whisper of praise about her from any quarter in at least two years, and with good reason. She was an occasional mover once, an equal opportunity, though always at bottom DNC faithful gadfly to be reckoned with, but now she’s become little more than a formulaic stock pot cooking up the same tired stone soup every week. The recipe never varies: splice in the latest first run movie she’s seen, add one heaping tablespoon of the usual snider-than-thou palaver, a cup or two of that week’s Beltway rehash, and a dash of the good old Hibernian salt that she used to get by on, but can’t anymore. Sadly, she isn’t likely to get the steel toe of Howell Raines’ boot before she reaches Russell Baker’s age, so we’d better start bracing ourselves for menopause.
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