January 27, 2005
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Caitlin Flanagan: How can I libel you this week?

Well, I just noticed that this site has slipped off the first page of returns if you google "Caitlin Flanagan." Time to do something about that!

Lately WNYC's been airing a gratuitous Caitlin Flanagan soundbite, presumably in order to pimp the station to the untapped Dittohead demographic. She appeared on someone's show, around the time her article slamming women who hire nannies came out, and I'll be damned if that perky yet smug voice of hers doesn't add a whole new dimension to her despicableness. When she describes what is CLEARLY AN EXAMPLE OF THE HYPOCRISY OF THE LIBRULS she has the same self-satisfied tone, the same deliberate pauses in delivery, as a Westchester housewife bragging about what sailing camp her children are going to this summer. (Just out of curiosity, who on the WASP steering committee decided that Caitlin passed their paper-bag test anyhow? 40 years ago she'd be mopping Hendrik Hertzberg's floors.) Caitlin also went on to argue with Barbara Ehrenreich and Sara Mosle. Ms has a good take on the whole kerfuffle. (Who here can find the egregious editing error in that piece? Soft-headed feminists!)

Anyhow, last night I couldn't sleep. As I listened to the discomfortingly loud wind, it occurred to me that Caitlin Flanagan would be well-equipped to expand her empire as America's Leading Journalistic Comfort Woman to reach beyond the jejune pages of The New Yorker.

For one, perhaps she could step in to replace Douglas Feith. What a bewitching little neocon Caitlin would be. Her body of work is more or less an extension of the (sadly disbanded) Office of Strategic Influence, too.

"We're doing the kind of work on the kinds of subjects that you have to expect will be very vigorously debated and challenged," [Feith] said.
Why not expand the breadth of those subjects to include overpriced strollers and putting out to keep your husband the breadwinner happy?

Or maybe she could fill Irv Gotti's position? She's no stranger to making money off of mediocrity. And certainly, she would empower her crack dealers by paying for their health insurance.

Finally, I was thinking she could take over the Hot 97 morning show, now that Miss Jones has been indefinitely suspended. I'll bet you dollars to doughnuts that she's already got a notebook full of song parodies about feminists.

Caitlin Flanagan, dream big! You deserve so much more than having to share the spotlight with hacks like Sy Hersh and Philip Gourevitch.

Posted by Dana at 09:24 AM

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I'm just disappointed Flanagan didn't get the job interviewing those high-brows from College Humor. Next week in the New Yorker: Why Howard Stern should be our next mayor, by Joe Francis. Plus a think-piece by Kelly Ripa on her brand of political feminism.

Posted by: Emma at January 27, 2005 12:25 PM

Just another conservative backing a multi-national sweat shop employing small business destroying union busting shitty ad producing fascist super-corporation over the individual. What would one expect?

Posted by: N at January 27, 2005 12:45 PM

I think that -- purely for entertainment value -- she should run for mayor.

I mean, forget Gifford Miller...wouldn't you just love to see Caitlin Flanagan debate Christopher Brodeur?

Posted by: Vidiot at January 28, 2005 09:07 AM

I couldn't finish that Ms. article. Learning of the path she took to get where she is made this once-aspiring magazine writer retch.

Posted by: jpoulos at January 28, 2005 12:58 PM

Instead of replacing Feith at DOD, she should join his new Fox news show. Foxhunting with Jane Kramer? Permanent correspondant on the world's most offensive vacations?

Posted by: max at January 28, 2005 03:31 PM