Should Have Seen This Coming

The Duck Dynasty Robertson clan is partnering with Mossberg, a gun manufacturer, to promote a line of guns, including nice shotguns, two rifles, and a semi-automatic pistol.

Says vagina-loving, anus-hating Phil Robertson on the web site, “You know what makes me happy, ladies and gentleman? To blow a mallard drake’s head smooth off.”

Um, why do you need a semi-automatic to go duck hunting?  And now I’m stuck with a mental image of severed duck heads flying through the air, dripping blood.

“Meet the Press” Meets “Jackass”

That is how Meghan McCain describes her new show on the cable network Pivot (I know, I never heard of it either).

I’m guessing her show will be much closer to the latter than the former.

Just what America needs, a blonde Kardashian.

This really is the most exciting thing since, well, since Bristol Palin was on “Dancing with the Stars.”

 

Quote of the Day

“A truly excellent writer, though, pursues her obsessions and allows them to dictate what form her work will take.  That sounds simple, but in fact it is hard for any writer to recognize what those obsessions are, to face them squarely when they are frightening or puzzling, and to shape them into persuasive works of art.”

J. Robert Lennon, reviewing Jamie Quatro’s I Want To Show You More, The New York Times Book Review

When Did Carrie Bradshaw Become Ann Romney?

Candace Bushnell (Carrie’s creator and alter ego) does dressage in Connecticut.*

So somehow Carrie has become Ann Romney?!

Or has Carrie gained a lot of weight, lost her taste in clothes, and become Hannah Horvath?

* “Carrie Bradshaw Died and Went to Connecticut,” Edith Zimmerman, The New York Times Magazine

You Can’t Make This Stuff Up

Glenn Beck is planning to build a $2 billion Libertarian residential community in Texas called Independence Park.  It will produce its own food and energy and do TV and film production.

Also, fake historian David Barton will create a “national archive” where children can be “deprogrammed.”

I think we know how this ends — a long line of folks waiting for their cup of Kool-Aid.

Can you imagine what it’s like to be inside Glenn Beck’s head?

 

 

Headline of the Day

“Male Jurors More Likely To Find Fat Women Guilty, According To Depressing Study”

From the story up at Slate, by Katy Waldman:

“This month a team of Yale psychologists released a study indicating that male jurors—but not female jurors—were more likely to hand a guilty verdict to obese women than to slender women. The researchers corralled a group of 471 pretend peers of varying body sizes and described to them a case of check fraud. They also presented them with one of four images—either a large guy, a lean guy, a large woman, or a lean woman—and identified the person in the photograph as the defendant. Participants rated the pretend-defendant’s guilt on a five-point scale. No fat bias emerged when the female pretend peers evaluated the female pretend defendants or when either men or women assessed the guilt of the men. But when the male pretend peers pronounced judgment on the female pretend defendants, BMI prejudice reared up. …

“The study offers further depressing insights. Not only did the male pretend jurors prove ‘significantly more likely’ to find the obese female defendants—rather than the slim ones—guilty, but the trim male participants were worst of all, frequently labeling the fat women ‘repeat offenders’ with ‘awareness’ of their crimes.”

Why Girls?

I’ll watch the second season of Girls when it begins on January 13, and I’ve been trying to figure out why.

It doesn’t have an anti-hero I hate to love, but can’t help myself, like J. R. Ewing or Tony Soprano.

It doesn’t have characters I care about so much that I cheer for them and cry for them, like Treme.  I mean when LaDonna showed up at Albert’s chemo session, I just wanted to join her and hold his other hand.

The only thing I can think of is that it makes me relieved to be the age I am and grateful that I came of age when I did.