Crooked Timber, a sort of philosopher's Hyde Park Corner- where ascots are optional- has a guest blogger called Kathy G. She runs a blog called The G Spot.
Her arrival was greeted as just this side of the Second Coming of someone or other:
"This post is to welcome the sort-of-pseudonymous ‘Kathy G,’ who will be joining us as a guestblogger for a week. I’ve known Kathy for a while – she’s doing a Ph.D. in public policy in the Chicago area, and has been blogging at the G Spot for the last couple of months; Ezra Klein describes the G Spot as ‘the best new blog on the internets.’ I’d go even further and say that Kathy is the columnist whom the New York Times needs to hire when it fires Bill Kristol’s ass, publicly apologizes for inflicting his vaporings on the American people, and promises to mend the error of its ways by starting to publish an honest-to-God leftie. Her blogging is a mixture of in-your-face feminism, economics empirical and theoretical, blistering takedowns of Maureen Dowd et al., and much else. Great to have her with us."
Curious to see what would make a honest to God leftie stand out in an op-ed page of almost nothing but honest to God lefties, we have read The G Spot and so far all we have learned is that Phyllis Schafly ("Excuse me, but I'm gonna lose my lunch. While I'm retching away in the toilet...") and a writer at The Atlantic called Caitlin Flanagan (" Excuse me while I barf") makes her retch and she wants everyone to vote for some blind rabbi running for Congress in New Jersey.
Waldo, looking up from typing in his bath, commented, "We must endeavor not to cross that person."
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