Thanks for Nothing, Bitches
24th January 2017
Kathy Shaidle is fed up.
Here I thought my column would write itself this week: A bunch of dumb broads were plotting an anti-Trump demo in Washington that, like all the other “Million Something Marches,” would surely wind up being just a handful of jerks standing around stupidly screaming for a few hours. And then I’d make fun of them (and their unfunny, semiotically askew, pink knitted “pussy hats”) for 800 words.
(Seriously, what do those hats mean? “I dare Trump to ‘grab’ the fuchsia, cat-eared wool vagina on my head”?)