This was one of his best interviews so far. Of course, she can always claim that she was joking, but she seemed to really not get it. Maybe she's already had her lobotomy...

Gee, I don't know what's more vomitrocious - Caitlin Flanagan's assertion that yeah, women really *should* depend on their husbands regardless of the circumstances and provide sex whenever the husband wants it......... or her HAIRSTYLE. Seriously, Caitlin. What the fuck. Letting your four-year-old do your hair is only cute in Pampers commercials.

Also: Stephen Cobert, if you're reading this, I love you. Your wit is downright erotic in its biting perfection. Please do me.

Also: someone give Heather Havrilesky a medal. Her commentary made me say "oh, snap!!!" aloud. If I were a lesbian, I'd want Heather to do me too. "The helpfel sister on a douche commercial." Ouch. (And who says feminists can't be funny?)

For all her spit and bitterness, Caitlin doesn't come accross as very bright, does she? Missing all those jokes and she's suddenly the snarling attack dog who ends up gumming your hand and peeing on her own feet. Kinda sad, really.

And I love you, Stephen!

now she's not about lovin her babies. she's about lovin her MAN! doesn't she understand that she's undervaluing stay at home moms when she says they're not even entitled to a friggin night at the olive garden?

I'd call Caitlin Flanagan a complete and utter douchebag, but that would be an insult to a hygiene device that has actually done some women some good in the course of history.

Last I checked, the Cleavers, of that idyllic age Caitlin obviously years for, (aka June, Ward, Wally, and the Beaver) had one car. Beaver and Wally shared a bedroom. I'd be willing to bet (by checking the sizes of 1950's tract houses in my town) that their house had about 1500 square feet or less.

Caitlin, you just get yourself some pearls and a vacuum and wear heels while you clean house. You cram your precious children into one room (and REALLY live on old Ward's income). Tell me about it when you're through, ok? Just leave out the nookie part. I really don't want to know.

I have to say, she crosses the line into parody with this interview. "The timeless golden age when men could have their wives lobotomized?"

Stephen Colbert is a genius.

My parents back in the 60s and 70s used to have "date nights" all the time. At least once a week. I doubt it was solely my mother's idea, either. They just wanted to be, you know, alone together. (And they went to better restaurants than Olive Garden, too.) I reckon Lady Douchebag doesn't crave that sort of time with her husband...nor he with her, which I guess shouldn't come as much of a shock. (She also doesn't come across to me as particularly submissive or deferential to men. I get the feeling that if she and her hub did have a Date Night, she'd spend an hour beforehand squawking at him, "You're not really going to wear that, are you?")

I disagree with the woman's views, but it was clear to me she played along w/ Steven. He almost came out of character to make her look stupid, about the only time I've seen him wish to God he could wholeheartedly challenge a guest. She knew what the show is about and went with it, so don't underestimate her performance b/c you think her views are absurd.

even though I bet she has a lot of fans. Can't let this one go (from "dead on" HH): "...she's voicing her disdain for the feminists who risked their necks to make her cushy New Yorker job..."

Is that truth? middle class women risked their necks so their daughters and peers could get cushy publishing jobs?

I just didn't know.

Man, she's the definition of 'coyote ugly.' She must be great at Hoovering and bring in lots of money. What do ya bet her hubby does a Fran Tarkington (gets caught banging a flight attendant) or is a closet gay like the 'waiting to exhale' woman? Serendipity! Any day now we'll read about it. Trust me.

And so are YOU!!

Not only do I disagree with pretty much everything she believes with but...THAT HAIR! I'm not the fashion police or anything, but that hair has got to go. How can anyone (let alone any man) like that? It's hard to take anyone seriously with that thing of her head. I hate pawing to appearances, but damn. Mrs. Caitlin Flanagan, since you disagree so much with women's liberation, I at least hope to God your husband orders you to go to a salon.

I've at times read some of Flanagan's New Yorker articles with, if not enthusiasm, at least some appreciate for her turn of phrase and her blythe distillations of our most complex and entrenched sociocultural schemes.

But I was simply horrified to watch. She was SO awful, that one almost has to wonder if she was just bubbling up with Colbert's champagne cocktail of crisp, comic perfection. I can't believe that, though, because not ONCE did she break character or wink knowingy at the audience to show that indeed she was just being oh-so-very witty and joking along with us.

And P.S. I would have preferred a banana clipped side ponytail to that monstrosity of a hairdo.

Jeez. I need a stiff drink. A whisky. But I guess I'll have to get my husband's permission first.

...and she was *supremely* annoying. I mean, amazingly. Completely self-obsessed, with a bizarre lilt in her voice that escalates into deranged high-speed nattering unless the host interrupts her. At one point she actually yelled over a caller, shouting over the host when he told her to let the caller speak, "NO! I HAVE to say this!!". And then she proceeded to not answer the caller's challenging question, instead taking an odd tangent into her theory of why we're in Iraq.

She talks like someone who used to hectoring people - in fact, like a mother whose kids have had too much sugar and aren't listening to her. Check it out - the archive is here:

http://www.wnyc.org/shows/bl/episodes/2006/04/20

She comes off as something of a spoiled brat. She also doesn't seem accustomed to dialogue. She seems to conflate her own experiences with universal ones, a classic narcissist move, no?

My answer to her weird, personalized theory of stay at home moms and how they're better for kids is, I was thrilled when my mother started working full time. That meant she wasn't around to yell at me as often. I could relax, do my homework, draw and read without anyone bugging me for a few hours. She was happier, too. Doesn't get simpler than that.