No Barbed Wire; It Might Hurt the Thieves. From Britain’s Daily Mail:
A gardener has been ordered by council chiefs to remove three foot high barbed wire ringing his allotment – in case thieves scratch themselves climbing over it.
Mark Steyn asks, “Shouldn’t that principle apply to prisons, too?”
Wretching Professors. Karin Tanabe at the Puffington Host defends the intellectual integrity of the women’s movement with catty and snide remarks about Palin’s hair and nails. Ann Althouse notes the irony:
Tanabe writes:
The point is, Sarah Palin and her hockey mom’s, grandpa’s and second cousins, don’t want her to be authoritative.
It’s funny when the Givhan of HuffPo falls prey to the grocer’s apostrophe, is it not? Modeling haughtiness, she takes a pratfall.
Her bad highlights and her layers of puffy bangs scream “don’t mind me, I’ve been filing my nails in a log cabin for the last decade and didn’t know the bouffant was now reserved for burlesque dancers and women who think Vogue is a devilish jig invented by Madonna (cue giggle).” I’m pretty sure my college feminist literature professor is vomiting every time she sees bouffant Barbie. Don’t worry Professor Hart, I am too.
Is that that what Women’s Studies teaches these days — inane snobbery? And when did throwing up become the preferred form of elite expression?
Hollywood Has Always Favored Fantasy. Andrew Klavan writes:
The director of “Nixon” and “JFK,” Stone has shown himself to be a master of rewriting reality until it resembles his left-wing ideology, but he’s by no means alone. For the past 30 years or so, Hollywood storytelling has been guided by a liberal mythos in which, for example, blacklisting communist screenwriters during the ’50s was somehow morally worse than fellow-traveling with the Stalinist murderers of tens of millions (“Trumbo”); Che Guevara was a dashing, romantic liberator instead of a charismatic killer (“The Motorcycle Diaries”); and the worldwide violence currently being waged by Islamo-fascists is either a figment of our bigoted imaginations or the product of our evil deeds (“V for Vendetta”).
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