Well, Woad, when a woman hates herself, it’s called internalized misogyny. She has to do something to make the pain go away, and sometimes drinking Franzia straight from the spout is the only way to do it. Now go tell that hippie to get his baseball off my fucking lawn.
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Because I am.
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althouse has really been on a roll lately, hasn’t she?
I mean an episode.
I wait with glee for Manservant Hecubus to appear over here. There’ll only be feathers left.
You have to say “Ann Althouse” a lot. Say, are you yet another person who thinks Ann Althouse is an entertaining fool?
Would Ann Althouse or Master Mustardseed come to this humble abode. Would Ann Althouse do that?
Also, funny mangoes in Ann Althouses’s comments.
This is the Hillary whose name I brought a pencil to the voting booth just to write in.
Oooh that’s ugly writing in Ann Althouse’s blog
The summoning of Ann Althouse’s manservant is like the summoning of Beetlejuice. Ann Althouse, Ann Althouse, Ann Althouse!
BTW, that post is a classic example of projection of Impostor Syndrome, which Ann Althouse obviously has. It’s a different form than what I’ve seen before, but if Dr. T&U knows anything, it’s armchair psychology.
This is the Hillary whose name I brought a pencil to the voting booth just to write in.
AK, Ann Althouse’s readers are obviously barely literate. Ann Althouse.
“Mommy, Why Do You Drink?”
[bluto] WHY NOT?[/bluto]