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How do feminists recognize each other,is it the dungarees,the tattoos,shaven heads,body piercings,the eye patches,the dueling scars? Perhaps the ability to crush a beer can with their eyelids?
Without some idea of this,we can never know if they attacked Amanda simply because they thought she was a dumb shit.

Gretchen, you got all the looks in the family does that mean Amanduh got all the brains?

Sadly no,poor Amanda missed out on both counts.

Gretchen -- you forgot one: The Large Angry Black Woman with a Small Amount of Authority, found in DMV's, unemployment offices and wherever petty,underqualified, quota-hired bureaucrats are offered. Check your local listings for availability.

Richard-

Sounds to me like you could use some racial sensitivity training. How far is SF from where you are? Perhaps you could sneak into the Seal Press training.

Although you'd probably need to grow a mustache in order to blend in...

Gretchen, didn't you write a book called The White Grrrl's Guide to Racial Sensitivity?

The cover showed a blonde bimbo riding Seal.

I saw the pic and I was scared shitless that the band "Nelson" was going on a reunion tour.

I was phonebanking for a local Dem candidate last night trying to discern whether longtime Republicans who took Dem ballots in the Feb primary are going to vote again for Dems in November. I got a 35 year old married woman from one of our more affluent suburbs on the phone and couldn't shut her up.

She was absolutely thrilled to tell me her life philosophy part of which was a diatribe against boomer feminists. She spent her twenties building her career, making money (she knows computers! headhunters call all the time! they want people like her to run their companies!, what recession? no recession for her!, I'm running in a 10K Saturday!, we'll never be in a nursing home so I don't care if they have enough nurses!). As you can probably tell it was a stream of consciousness worthy of Amanda.

But it gets better. She didn't get married until her thirties when she already had investments in Fidelity! Those stupid bitter feminists all got married when they were 21 and now they're divorced and don't know how to make money, don't know about computers, aren't economists like her, can't get a job like she can, and don't know how to invest with companies like Fidelity! She went to "a little school down in Champaign" (um, that would be the U of Illinois, biggest school in the state, a fine Big 10 university but not exactly Northwestern or University of Chicago for local bragging rights).

I use exclamation marks because she really was shouting this stuff. Not angrily, but in a loud sing song, loud enough that staffers 15 feet across the room where listening in, evidently trying to convince me that she, her generation, or at least she and her husband who are better and smarter than their elders had it all figured out, life is great, they have it made and the rest of the world are just a bunch of looooosers.

After informing me that she does volunteer work and black people don't she took a breath and I got a word in edgewise. I let her know that sitting behind me were two black volunteers in their 50's making phonecalls just like me. She may have it made if her investments retain their value but there is no certainty of that because we have a 9 trillion dollar debt. When Jimmy Carter left office it was 1 trillion. She then asked when Jimmy Carter was president. She was impressed that I hadn't been struck speechless by her brilliance but I don't think she even knew who Carter was. Ancient history. For a self professed economist she didn't quite grasp that it took 204 years to run up 1 trillion in debt and what 8 trillion+ more piled on over the last 27 years might do to her phat mutual fund accounts.

I never did get a chance to tell her that when Sandra Day O'Conner, the first female Supreme Court Justice graduated Stanford Law third in her class in 1952 no law firm would hire her as a lawyer. She was offered a job as a legal secretary, and eventually got a job as a deputy county attorney in small town San Mateo, California. Those old feminists she laughs at had a lot less choices prior to the 1970s. The biggest beneficiaries of affirmative action programs are white women because far and away they are the biggest demographic that could be helped by affirmative action. This ditz stands of the shoulders of women who came before her and thinks she's 11' tall.



That's an interesting insight, Mark. One of the things that has struck me about Amanda and her ilk is how little regard or respect they have for anyone other than themselves. Seems to hold true for the ditz you have last night.

Dennis do you think it's like that for most people in their 30s? You and I are both tail end boomers, we had a huge cohort entering the job market just ahead of us unlike most kids a generation behind. I started my own biz in 1982 so I never really had to deal with office politics most of my life.

But I imagine if you enter the job market in a burgeoning field at the right time with the right qualifications and fewer competitors in your graduating class you might wind up thinking you're brilliant when in fact selecting your major was your one good decision and otherwise you've just been lucky.

Sort of like oilmen in Texas in the late 70s - early 80s, dotcommers in the 90s, and real estate investers this decade who thought they'd make money hand over fist forever and it wasn't because they were riding a wave it was because they were geniuses. I'd say it's sort of like the Raj syndrome but I don't think he is still deluded about tapping into a gold vein. He's just trying to keep up appearances these days.



Funny that you mention it, because I really don't have much contact with people in their 30s. Most of my clients are in their 40s or are older. But let's face it, you always have a certain percentage of the middle-class population that are just flat-out convinced their the greatest thing since sliced bread simply because their a little bit higher up on the middle-class totem pole than many others. After all, that's why the 3-series BMW was invented, wasn't it?

Their kidding themselves about many things, Dennis. Including there grammar, hint, hint...

Hey, I was channeling Amanda. And besides, what's a "their" and a "they're" between friends, eh?

Theirs no they're there...

Tell me about it.

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