Self-abasing liberal defends Ann Coulter
In the latest New Republic, self-professed liberal Elspeth Reeve tries to portray Ann Coulter as a marginalized woman who driven to outlandish and socially unacceptable behavior just to get men to listen to her.
Reeve begins with a personal anecdote about struggling to hold her own as the only liberal on an assembly line:
And, to avoid being trampled by the majority, I had to play dirty, to use the kinds of lines that kill political careers: about coat hangers, say, or about how Jesus was a liberal. It always helped to have a few seconds of stunned silence to let my point sink in.
If that's playing dirty, Ann Coulter's a downtrodden proletarian.
Reeve noticed that when her "dirty tricks" won the argument, the guys on the line would start sexually harassing her:
Of course, when it became too obvious that I was winning the argument, my darling male coworkers would simply change the subject to my ass.
Unfortunately, the same grim pattern continued through college and into her working life. When she beat men intellectually, they retaliated by insulting her looks.
As for the pretty girls, I can only guess that it's because liberal boys never try to make a move on you without the U.N. Security Council's approval. Plus, it's no fun riding around in those dinky little hybrid cars. My pretty-girl allies stick out like a sore thumb amongst the corn-fed, no make-up, natural fiber, no-bra needing, sandal-wearing, hirsute, somewhat fragrant hippie-chick pie wagons they call "women" at the Democratic National Convention.
Win the argument on the war, and suddenly Ann Coulter's calling you a "pie wagon."
Yeah, Ann Coulter's fighting the good fight:
(Thus, for example, the following sentence makes sense to liberals: President Clinton saved the Constitution by repeatedly ejaculating on a fat Jewish girl in the Oval Office.)
Reeve's attitude begins to make more sense in light of the next paragraph:
Coulter makes us cringe not when she lies, but when she says things we wish weren't true. Let's go to the tape. Asked to define the First Amendment: "An excuse for overweight women to dance in pasties and The New York Times to commit treason." Just completely terrible, I know. But I have to admit, I giggled--having recently covered a pro-choice rally where I interviewed a very nice young woman whose nipples were covered by naral stickers.
Reeve thinks it's terrible but true that feminists are fat exhibitionists. Win the argument about reproductive freedom and suddenly a New Republic writer is talking about your ass.