In a pique of sociological curiosity, I asked my son’s pre-K teacher if she had any children of her own — and if so, why the hell wasn’t she home with them instead of here at school, watching my son mangle a glue stick? Did she not realize, I asked her, that her progeny could be out somewhere getting their adolescent freak on? I mean, who is she to think

Jessica Gavora, writing in the Weekly Standard (and echoing many of the arguments I outlined in an earlier post today), is the latest woman to take on establishment feminism and the case of Gov. Sarah Palin. From “Game Changer”: For all their talk of the sameness of the sexes, what feminists want for female athletes today is preferences, quotas mandated by the federal government and handed out by schools. But

Obama: “I’d like to thank the very lovely and capable pink lemonade for adding a bit of competing refreshment to such a long summer of thirst. But as my marketers will remind you — I’m the real thing, baby! So perhaps now is a good time for pink lemonade — and all those who claim to prefer it — to, with graciousness and dignity, support my rise as beverage of

Writing for TNR, Michelle Cottle manages to pen precisely the kind of article one expects from a liberal media elite pretending to some nuanced consideration of the Palin VP nomination. Whatever praise there is for Governor Palin is undercut by condescension and oblique swipes at her authenticity; and of course the selection itself is nothing but bald-faced opportunism that any woman worth safeguarding her own uterus should see through as