See? — in one breath, Matthew Yglesias says something eminently sensible, then he turns right around and engages in the kind of smarmy ivory tower snobbery that leads one to think, “Man, if anybody ever needed to kick off the wingtips and get wildly tongue freaked by a pair of nipple-pierced Guadalajara hookers, it’s this bookish swatch of tweed.”
Tapped needn’t be just a blog, Matt. You’ve got money. Live a little!
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update: classy move, Matt. One of them hookers is on me.
Nah, he’d just lecture the hookers on the really great policies of the PRI.
Nah, he’d just lecture the hookers on the really great policies of the PRI.
So funny, I said it twice, intentionally.
Well, I like Matt—we used to have some nice discussions in our previous blog incarnations. I was just funnin’ him. I sent him a private email telling him so, to.
It’s just that when the image of Guadalajara hookers pops into your head, you have to run with it.
I gotcha. Of course, I still think he might be tempted to lecture the whores.
Oh, without a doubt.
I will definitely be saying something non-sensible and ivory tower-ish very soon.
Probabably won’t get me any closer .. but it can’t hurt.
Wait til the hookers tell him they are bisexual neocons.
As homer never said, “mmmmm….wildly tongue freaked by a pair of nipple-pierced Guadalajara hookers”.