Indeed no, not even when pointed out to her. I was more or less answering the troll who was whining about picking on her for typos. Typos are one thing (Though not un-indicative of sloppy thinking, refusal to check one’s “work,” etc.) but never noticing them/leaving them up is another story entirely.

the stibbert did not forget that, he just doesn’t think it’s pertinent to ‘architecture’.

A genius? Because she failed at writing and failed at Wall Street and finally managed to find a job pushing corporate bullshit? Because she doesn’t know the difference between number and proportion? Because she makes up statistics and lies to cover up her other lies? Or is it because she wants to make it legal to sell organs. Or voted for Bush twice. Or thought Iraq had WMD because if she were Saddam she would have had WMD.

Maybe you admire her relationship with tea-bagger and Koch manservant P. Suderman. Perhaps you feel sorry for her because she was dumped (professionally speaking) by Yglesias and Klein and everyone else who had enough snap to abandon a sinking ship.

I’m sure she’d appreciate the support, especially if it were monetary. You can still buy her a wedding present to show your esteem, but remember that she says it won’t be worth your time to buy her anything but expensive glassware and china.

You forgot the “Rape is all good, deep down she really wants it” bit…

if he recalls correctly, architecture (theory, practice & education) was one of the book’s central themes.

some of Rand’s writing conformed pert’ well w/ the arch’l ‘establishment’ of the time, some of it espoused her own philosophy [sic], such as:

1 experience as a building-trades worker is a good thing [no argument there],
2 designs emulating the ‘Heroic Modernists’ (Corbusier, Wright, Gropius) are preferable to those of the ‘Reactionary Classicists’ [no Corinthian-order leather undies allowed],
3 cathedrals should celebrate Man, not God [a bit atheistic, that],
4 an architect’s design is his ‘intellectual property’, all rights & benefits pertaining thereto are his & his alone, regardless of the needs/desires of clients/consumers [architects are demigods & must be venerated],
5 having a great deal of talent is probably better than not,
6 a wealthy client with a hot ex-stripper wife is preferable to any other type of client [another bow to Wright, and who would argue against that, anyway?].

fortunately, the profession has since evolved a bit since then, things like collaborative effort, contextualism, historicism & social responsibility have crept into the mix, however, items 1, 5 & 6 are still applicable.

Show me a feminist libertarian and I’ll show you either a liar or a complete fool.

Nah, just like with many other issues, let him read it but talk to him about it. My son read Atlas Shrugged last year (his senior in HS) and while it scared me to death (this being a topnotch student and musician who often has a tough time understanding why anyone has difficulty getting along), we talked it out and he gets it that that ain’t no way to structure a society.

Shorter me:

It’s a teachable moment.

How much of it is actually about architecture? I’ve never read it.

Grading on a curve explains ALL the wingnut and neo con writing gigs. Hey, when one of the leading lights is Doughbob, who expects anything better?

Most of them get over it.

A few years back, I tried to re-read it again. Decided it wasn’t worth it. still on my shelf though. Probably should toss it before my teenage son finds it.

Very true, but mistakes are substantially more forgivable when they’re made by people writing for hobby as opposed to those who are paid. I’m just amazed at how long Megan’s gotten away with it at the Atlantic.

I actually read it in grad school. My roommate and one of his friends said it was their favorite book and that Howard Roark was their roll model. So, I read it. At the time they were both working jobs they hated and complained about, so I asked why they didn’t quit and do what they really wanted to do. The response was predictable and hilarity ensued. Then, they told me I think too much, which furthered my point. Good times.