Damn! Ann was sitting down with a box of Merlot and a plate of onion rings, looking for a little feminist-flavored political entertainment, and they had to ruin it by making her think of Monica Lewinsky at 1:39. Is there no end to Hillary’s evil? What does she gain by tormenting this lonely voice of reason? Jeez, did you see that shot of Bill holding that big fat microphone? The voices in Ann’s head came through loud and clear in this video, that’s for sure. They made it just for her.

Ann’s just mad that Monica and Bill ruined the chances of future Preznits and the women who love them to have a few minutes’ piecepeace in the oval office.

She’s bummed because Hillary wasn’t supportive enough of women who fucked her husband?

Have mercy. If Althouse ever gets a daughter-in-law the poor thing is going to need a restraining order.

Only busybodies who think their noses belong in the middle of other people’s marriages give a shit about the Clintons’. Even Monica Lewinsky had enough sense to know that she wasn’t going to break them up. But of course, Althouse’s narcissism leads her to believe that every other female in America considers the endurance of the Clinton marriage a personal betrayal. I promise you, Ann, most of us couldn’t possibly care less.

She’s just not going to shut the fuck up, is she? Geez.

I like a good ham sandwich, myself.

Here’s what I want to know about Ms Althouse. How does one get to be a law professor in Madison WI, and yet live in Brooklyn? Maybe if she had a job she had to DO everyday she would have less time to worry about other peoples marriages.

I could certainly go for a “happy 4 minutes of easy feminist warmth.” Maybe longer! But, the image of a sloppy, drunk Althouse just ruins it.

Brooklyn was a temporary thing; apparently it was some sort of fellowship-sabbatical-thingy, although the refusal of a certain Park Slope Starbucks to open in a timely-enough fashion for La Althouse may have also been a factor.

Is AA really in high-dudgeon over the fact that the Clintons killed feminism?
Or is she secretly miffed that, of all the lardacious, femmes whose lust for power knows no bounds, The Big Dog fell for an unsophisticated, undereducated, underachieving tart, who wasn’t even blonde? Freud would have had a field day!

On a more serious note, Ann Althouse apparently never learned the one secret every successful woman knows: If you wait around for men–or other women–to “empower” you, it will be a damn long wait.

Meanwhile, you just know that if Bill lowered his already expansive standards and gave her the signal, ol’ Ann would be on her knees with Bubba’s peep between her wine-stained lips faster than Hugh Hewitt can scarf down a Hostess Ding Dong.

but there comes a time when she has just got to let it go.

There does and has, but there will never come a time when she does let it go.

God, I’m glad the ‘net didn’t exist when I was keeping a journal full of my adolescent whining, and that I have sense enough not to do all that online now. Althouse is a great example of how embarrassing that would be.

…ol’ Ann would be on her knees with Bubba’s peep between her wine-stained lips faster than Hugh Hewitt can scarf down a Hostess Ding Dong.

Are you trying to say that, given half-a-chance, our girl Annie would be on Bill’s corndog quicker than a duck on a Junebug???

I hope not, because that would be really sexist, and I’d be offended.

“If you reached 1:39 without thinking of Monica Lewinsky, you might be a Hillary Clinton voter.”

I was thinking the same thing when I watched the Daytona 500 yesterday. If I made it through the first 1:39 without thinking about skin color, I must not be a real Latino.

What about Linda Tripp? Didn’t she do her yeoman work in tearing down all that feminism had managed to build?

where is her .. umm … face in the pantheon of the great “Feminist Busters?”

I mean, was there a better character on SNL during the great Clenis debacle than than John Goodman’s Linda Tripp?

Let her not be forgotten.

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I mean, who can’t love a face like that?