Letters to the Editor
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Oh Good Lord No!
Spare us.
Let us remember what the recently departed Molly Ivins said about her:
"One fashionable line of response to Paglia is to claim that even though she may be fundamentally off-base, she has 'flashes of brilliance.' If so, I
missed them in her oceans of swill."
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Oh boy, she's back
Gee, I'm thrilled. Bring on Rush's, Hannity's, Drudge's, Beck's, Coulter's, Malkin's, Krauthammer's, Kristol's, Goldberg's, Steyn's, Safire's, Brooks', O'Reilly's, Will's, Fineman's, et. al.'s trolls.
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Who cares?
Camille Paglia's return may well mark my exodus. Why is such a hack welcomed back as a heroine? I pay too much for this drivel.
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Oh Holy Crap
She just makes my skin crawl. So many things to say... but Sandra Bernhardt - brilliant. Come to think of it they are perfect for each other. One pretending she has talent one pretending she has a whit's worth of critical thinking. Both famous for being outrageous, both such thin shadows claiming substance.
Oh my, do I re-up to Salon when they do this to me again? Must I ignore the elephant in the room?
Damn you Salon! Damn you!!!
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She's Baaack!
Oh gods and godesses, spare us. Proto web-blogger? Web narcissist is more like it. A complete waste of bandwidth. To extend on the late lamented Molly Ivins, the occasional dribble of insight utterly lost in oceans of self-regarding drivel. One almost yearns for that asshole Horowitz, instead. And this in the same week you bring us the superb Glenn Greenwald.
Say it won't last.
Kid Geezer
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Blah BLAH BLAH
If I had a wife as chatty as you I'd drill out my ear drums. Sure, I'd miss Bach but I sure wouldn't miss the chatter of your tin laden mind.
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You just made up my mind
I have been on the fence on my Salon premium for a few months as I only read Salon for the war room these days. The return of Camille Paglia ends my paying subscription.
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My, my
We certainly do enjoy tooting our own horn, don't we?
The seven minutes I spent reading this article are seven minutes I will never get back. I feel really jipped....
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YES! YES! YES! YES!
I am unbelievably happy.
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Ew
Great move, Salon. LOL
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Welcome back!
I for one am glad Dr. P is back, despite - or maybe because of - her knack for combining serious topics with fluff. The whining of anonymous letter writers is no substitute for original thinking.
I call on Salon to close the letters sections and fill the space with MORE regular columns. Even if they're often wrong, or trivial, they'll never approach the tedium of my fellow readers' snooty and self-satisfied tirades.
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How does anyone take this woman seriously?
These verbal tics and clichés undermine the intellectual credibility of conservative critique.
Are you kidding me? The intellectual credibility of conservative critique? How many years (decades?) has it been since conservative critique had credibility of any kind, much less intellectual credibility?
Ooooh, thanks Salon. This is just what we needed!
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Please quit again, or editors: fire her
Camille,
You suck. We hate you. Go away.
Thanks,
Francis
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Fine by me
One third worthwhile insight, incisively articulated.
One third provocation for the hell of it (also worthwhile).
One third damn fool nonsense, delivered in the written-word equivalent of bombastic prog rock.
Stir up with equal parts narcissism and generosity.
Result: fun.
I’m glad she’s back.
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At least her fans are happy...
Everywhere and nowhere at the same time, as always. She may have been relevant back then but these days the more she has to say, the less it seems to matter.
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just shoot me now.
Oh joy. Rapture. The endlessly driveling, endlessly self-promoting Paglia is back.
Nails screeching on a blackboard. Chewing on shards of glass. Shoving icepicks into my eardrums. Any of these would be preferable to the prospect of having this untalented narcissist "back."
Couldn't you just send her somewhere else, please?
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blah blah blah ...
Is there no subject Paglia cannot turn back onto herself? This woman's entire oeuvre can be summed up by the old joke, "But enough about me - what do you think of me?" She's tedious and washed up. Salon, if you can't do better than this, I'm going to cancel my subscription.
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Her time came and went
No nice way to say it. It isn't 1995 any more.
Camille has been repeating the exact same schtick for years now. Her claim to fame has always been saying nothing with style. When the style gets old nothing is left.
Will we live to see the day that Camille makes it through an entire column without calling a man effeminate? Such are the great mysteries of life.
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'ABC's "Nightline" called via my publisher for comment, but I felt far too upset to go on TV.'
LOL. Yet another in the long line of "people who felt profoundly sad and moved when someone they didn't give two shits about turned up dead." How genuine.
'Never mind the pills -- which put Smith into a hypnotic, seductive Candy Darling haze.'
LOL again. Seriously how can she produce this drivel with a straight face? (Assuming she does, which seems an unsafe assumption) Hypnotic and seductive? How about incoherent and pathetic?
Again, its just a dumb schtick and the schtick has lost whatever novelty it once had. Remember the "I didn't do it" boy?
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So, at this point...
who does this idiot appeal to? Way back, I'm sure a lot of
insecure Men got a bang out of her trashing feminists. But her
touchy dismissal of The Sopranos and crazed defence of little
Nel Monica Lewinski shows that She is as PC as anyone, at least
when it serves her right leaning purposes.
By the way, her dissent from the war is basicly meaningless
after her years of trashing the left and giving street cred to the
likes of Rush. She can pretend to hate the war (though it's not
that big a deal, not enough that you'd want to miss the dish
of Anna Nicole) but She worked tirelessly to but the fools in
office who made it and other disasters a reality. Well, at least
this time it wasn't in the form of a fawning "interveiw."
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I, me, my
The Camille certainly likes to mention herself and her work but I read every word. Amazing how good writing keeps our attention. She is almost as good as Peter Schjeldahl.