You can’t make a libertarian omelet without breaking a few privacy eggs.

Yesterday James Poulos writing for Tucker Carlson’s Chronicle Of A Career Death Foretold penned an gaseous belch of a post called “What Are Women For?” which was, offensive title aside, what you might expect if you were to dump two scoops of over-educated rhetorical flatulence, a half-cup of undercooked thought experiments, a few overly-ripe bon mots, and a soupçon of undeserved self regard into a blender set at ‘blather’. The end result is what Empedocles fondly referred to in his Purifications as a “steaming pile of donkey poop.”

Megan McArdle who is “a senior editor for The Atlantic who writes about business and economics” is using her very influential pulpit at The Atlantic to share pictures of her new kitchen which had to be constructed to house her $15oo slicer/dicer/high powered Bechamel pump and also to make up for the trauma visited upon the McSudermans at their previous home where the … wine fridge was located in the kitchen!

You probably didn’t know this, but Newt Gingrich wrote the original “Dear Virginia” letter about Santa Clause. Fortunately this historic document has now been recovered, along with a receipt for $100,000 paid to Newt for providing historical perspective (not lobbying) about Santa.

As the lovely Susan O’ Texas points out, our Lady of The $800 Robotic Diamond-Encrusted Fork & Spoonerator has her hotly anticipated Kitchen Gift List up, and by “hotly anticipated” we mean that McMegan is literally being deluged with special pleadings from readers desperately seeking direction lest Christmas become merely a celebration of our Lord and Savior instead of goody orgy… or so she tells us.

Slightly shorter Katie “Rape Apologist/Sexual Harassment Is Enlivening” Roiphe…

Shorter Megan McArdle.

What worries me is that Brooks will take these true confessions about adultery and death and life among the ruins and he’ll use them as source material to fashion yet another novel where couples will ” taste each other’s saliva and then collect genetic information.”

I come from a family of academics who are actually intellectually intimidating.

I was sad because I had no job until I met a dilettante who was forced to sit on a couch and stare at a laptop while typing continually wrong stuff about everything for A WHOLE WEEKEND.