Evidence please, evidence. You can assert all that you want that Megan is smart as a whip, well read, and a great writer, but there is zero empirical evidence to suggest that you are corect. Her writing is not nearly as good as many of the commenters here manage to dash off in spare moments, her thought is sophomoric, and she gives the sense of not having gotten too deep in the syllabus in many of those Ivy League courses,

She also appears to have had nothing in the way of real life experience and perhaps, as a result, shows the moral sensibility of a semi-precocious adolescent.

Most of us are simply stunned that this gets you a gig at the Atlantic. That and being the world’s tallest elf I guess.

Excellent summary, Tigrismus!

One day, Lane’s “Doin’ It All for the Dollas” standard will lead him/her to defend Britney Spears as approximately ten thousand times as good a singer as, for example, Billy Holiday, or Maria Callas, or Emmylou Harris. After which, his/her body may never be found.

No.

Megan via Roger Ailes:

An upper middle class white kid who decides to become a journalist is consigning themselves to a lower standard of living than the one they grew up with; at one time I considered writing a book on downward mobility. But it’s not the same decision that a kid whose parents are a janitor and a waitress makes. Even if their parents don’t give them money, the upper-middle class kid know that if some financial disaster appears, their parents can step into alleviate it. Help with things like housing downpayments in expensive urban areas will be forthcoming. Eventually, a small inheritence will provide capital for needed projects. Meanwhile, an enhanced lifestyle is generally available through parental meals, vacation homes, theater tickets, and so forth.

Genius!

By the way, elf is her word—overgrown elf, to be precise.

It’s because I know Megan extremely well, having shared a cubicle for most of the last four years or so at her old employer.

You lose, thanks for playing.

The reason I’m enjoying it has zero to do with respecting her for the “big name” she works for. It’s because I know Megan extremely well, having shared a cubicle for most of the last four years or so at her old employer. She is an extremely kind and decent person, and she’s a good friend to me. And so I enjoy the fact that it’s professionally great for her that you guys all care so much that you spend countless hours on her, even if you’re so short of clever things to say that you have to make fun of her looks or whatever.

I disagree with Megan all the time — did when we worked together, still do when I read her blog. But I can disagree without calling her a fool or a lightweight because I know very well that she’s smart as a fucking whip, and more widely and better read than almost anyone I’ve ever met including, to judge by the level of wit here, pretty much every commenter on this blog. She’s also a fine writer, which is why a “once great ” organ of the left hired her to write, despite her politics.

You guys have a pretty funny blog. Some of you commenters are not total idiots. I think you do a good thing and have a good role in the ecosystem out there. But it’s a role like needed parasite; you couldn’t live without Megan. So it’s nothing personal against you. The whole system is kept healthy by good sharp satire and humor, some of which appears here.

But when you call a friend of mine a fool or a racist or dipshit or many of the other things people have mindlessly called her here, I’m going to defend her. (I expect you’d do the same for your friends.) And by the by, I’m also going to enjoy the fact that she is paid to write for a prestigious publication while all you jerkoffs can do is say “tall elf” and “lightweight” and whatnot in a comments section. I’m sure all you wits and wags weren’t hired by the Atlantic because the place is in decline. Those grapes were sour anyway.

I am really enjoying watching Megan drive you people crazy.

Crazy? We’re already crazy, McAddled had nothing to do with that. We’re just having some gleeful fun at the expense of this obviously sheltered intellectual lightweight, stopping occasionally to mourn the demise of a once-great organ of the American Left.

Unlike your type, we don’t take everyone seriously just because they write for some big name. You need to learn a thing or to about the ways of Sadly, No! before thinking that she gets under our skin somehow. She’s obviously stupid not too bright, the kind of person this site specializes in.

http://www.sadlyno.com/archives/5761.html

is one of the most horrifying existential documents in world history.

only people from Mass. who are fated to have to read teh Globe can understand the pain this pompous and aloof pissant pustule can exert.

Yours et cetera.

Doug Watts

…about the good times puking in the shrubbery after binge-drinking at Choate (or wherever)? Because, seriously, even I can see that this woman is an intellectual lightweight, and I’m a fucking Bengal Cat.

However, I am sure that this virtual networking of your fellow careerists is exciting and amusing for you all. The rest of us, who have to live in the world you prattle about without ever experiencing? Not so much.

Anyone have a picture they want to send me to make fun of?

You can see my photograph by clicking my name. I have better hair than any of you.

The pseudonymous masses strike again.

This is my real name.

PS ‘Harvard College’ or not, u r a moran, d00d.

Don’t be so vain; you had plenty of help from all the other damp little pests in your campus-coddled swarms. There’s only one thing you political lampreys can accomplish single-handedly, and even that (I’m told) you prefer to do in groups (or circles). I just hope you had the minimal social awareness to wash that hand afterwards, young man.

And you still haven’t owned up on the “Harvard College” pretentiousness either, I notice.

But ditto that with here. I’m always trying to get folks to come out here and visit (I’m a pretty gracious host), but unfortunately, I think my forwardness bring these sorts of thoughts to mind. C’est la vie.

I see you may be the aforementioned Gringo.

Dude, bring your team out to NY and have a friendly with my team (10 Amigos and 1 Gringo). Be prepared to lose but also to enjoy a great BBQ afterwards at my place with your kind of inhalable refreshment being served liberally. Just don’t bring anyone who’s afraid of Meskins or Salvadoreños.

As for Andrew Golis, when it comes to horribly out of shape, warmongering chickenhawks and masculinity cultists I think appearance is fair game but I don’t see the relevance of McCardle’s looks to the bullshit she produces so we’re in agreement on that point and I wish you luck becoming the next David Broder. Do you like quail?

If that pisses you off go ahead and make fun of my appearance

The best faux martini of all is the “White Cosmopolitan” which tastes like a cosmo, but looks like the real gin and vermouth deal. (It has clear cranberry juice in it — who says America has lost its competitive edge?)So a faux manly man like I can enjoy the pleasures of the cosmo all the while looking like James Bond if Bond were a hulking, paunchy, middle aged lawyer.

Red herring, red herring, and a wee bit of goalpost moving. May I remind you this started because you accused posters of being sexists? Admit you were wrong and we’re not sexist jerks, just jerks, or we’ll be forced to bag on your momma, too.

I’m pretty sure my name is actually Marita.

Anyone have a picture they want to send me to make fun of?

Sure! Here you go Andrew. Not the best likeness of me, but it was at the tail-end of a baby-eating contest (or something), and I was feeling a little woozy. Have a field day!

I raise this point for a number of reasons….

1) This is an example of Megatron appealing to an objective fact to win an argument. I still don’t expect a lot of argument winning from her. But paying attention to facts would be a big step in the right direction. So watermelon “martini” it is.

2) Even more than the “gingertini,” which only contains the -gate-like suffix, the “watermelon martini” is a crime against the martini. A martini contains gin, dry vermouth, and an olive or a twist of lemon rind. Period. Reasonable people can disagree over how much dry vermouth should go in it. Losers are free to substitute vodka for the gin and call it a “vodka martini.” But other mixed drinks are not martinis. This is not, however, Jane Galt’s fault.

The pseudonymous masses strike again.

What? Bloody hell, I thought Clem was my given surname. Clearly I was wrong.

I’m quite sure, however, that when you purchased said American Apparel sweatshirt you gave the clerks a stern talking-to about AA’s lame, sexist, frat-boy-pandering advertising campaign. You know, the one with the semi-nude pubescent girls kicking it amateur porn-style.

Sincerely yours,
Adam Eli Clem (Mrs.)