We all have creamy skin and blue eyes, Klam

I found it hard to read Matthew Klam's article about political bloggers with any semblance of subjectivity, I'm afraid. I would like to know how my father would've responded. I felt as though the piece treated its subject matter with the same freakish, aren't-you-just-darling-you-little-retard tone as one would use in an article about the polyamorous, the animal husbandry enthusiasts, or the Civil War reenactors. I didn't like the article; I felt it meandered, and I resented the way it spoke of Ana Marie Cox, who is--regardless if you like Wonkette or not--a really lovely person, and I didn't like to see her characterized as a pallid Holly Golightly wannabe.

If you're interested in a more subjective look at the article, go check out The Situation Room.

The one funny image that stuck with me was the characterization of Josh Marshall as being perpetually dressed in wrinked clothing. This made me think of Leonard Neeble, the narrator in Daniel Pinkwater's Alan Mendolsohn, The Boy From Mars, who describes in aching detail how, as a misfit at Bat Masterson Jr. High, his clothes--purchased from the boys' "portly" section of the department store--seem to automatically wrinkle up on him the minute he gets to school.

[Incidentally there's an excellent searchable glossary of all Pinkwater terms here. Pinkwater saved my adolescence.]