Snark, the catty variety:
“You don’t believe a word you typed in this post.”
What does it even mean to “believe a word”?
I believe everything I wrote, in one way or another. You, the reader, are left to figure out what is expressed in the form of irony or sarcasm, etc.
It’s not easy reading here. This is a complex situation and I am challenging you to think complexly.
If you want straight ideological writing, you shouldn’t even be here.
Why do you read this blog? To bitch about the way it’s not straight-shooting ideological shit like you can get any number of other places? That translates, in my book, to a demand that I shut up.
You singled-minded guys don’t accept the fluid, multi-layered expression of a woman.
I’m supposed to step aside and let the conventional political writers write.
You are the enemy in the war on women.
I will not shut up.
I am woman. Hear me roar.
No, you can’t hear me roar.
It’s too complicated for your testosterone-washed mind.
Ann Althouse, Alhouse.
