Kantian Nihilism Meets Project Runway
By Shorter Althouse, October 22/December 5:
Glenn Greenwald’s sentences are too complicated for me/But Chris Muir? Now that’s more like it!
. . . in the comments, my brother — who should be writing his dissertation — links to Althouse’s old blog and notes that “comparing her to a 15 year old is demeaning to 15 year olds.” Here’s more juvenile goodness from the “House of Althouse,” April 2004:
I haven’t added Sitemeter to this blog and I’m thinking of avoiding it. Ah, but no sooner did I write that then I felt a pull to enter the address of this blog in Technorati. And don’t you want to know what level of evolution you’ve reached on the Truth Laid Bear ecosystem? I was a Flappy Bird (over there on my other blog), then I got to be an Adorable Rodent, then somehow I had fewer links and I was a Flappy Bird again. These are like cliques in a high school–it was like I was one of the Theater Kids again. This was all (or most of it) said in a conversation today with a colleague who used to be an Adorable Rodent like me but is now a Marauding Marsupial. We discussed the feeling we get when the Popular Kid says hi to us: Instapundit linked to him today. Oh, and I’ve be linked by Instapundit five times, but it’s like: the Popular Kid never calls me any more. And so I’m checking Sitemeter referrals and Technorati like a teenager in love checking to see if the phone has a dialtone.
I’m actually embarrassed for her. Really.
. . . no, really.
And Jacob, guys like Brad fall into the category of No Such Thing As Bad Publicity. They are promoting me. I love it. We’re long past the point where I might have been intimidated by that sort of push-back. They are only encouraging me. Bring it on, suckers.
She’s worse than Kim DuToit, I’d venture.