And got a glimpse of her soul. I mean, of her powerful clarity of consciousness.
Yes, I know. I was supposed to lay off politics for a bit. But this is just too good:
As a career classroom teacher, I can see how smart she is — and quite frankly, I think the people who don’t see it are the stupid ones, wrapped in the fuzzy mummy-gauze of their own worn-out partisan dogma. So she doesn’t speak the King’s English — big whoop! There is a powerful clarity of consciousness in her eyes. She uses language with the jumps, breaks and rippling momentum of a be-bop saxophonist. I stand on what I said (as a staunch pro-choice advocate) in my last two columns — that Palin as a pro-life wife, mother and ambitious professional represents the next big shift in feminism.
No, she doesn’t. Here’s what Vivian Gornick wrote in the L.A. Times last week:
Every 50 years since that time, the movement has raised its head, opened its mouth, made yet another effort to have that sentiment heard, absorbed and acted on. Each time around, its partisans have been renamed — new women, odd women, free women, liberated women — but in actuality, they are always the same women. And, while they have had different issues to take up — the right to vote, or divorce, own property, go to medical school — their underlying message has always been the same: The conviction that men by nature take their brains seriously, and women by nature do not, is based not on an inborn reality but on a cultural belief that has served our deepest insecurities.
There. But Paglia prefers to look into a feminist’s eyes and see a be-bop sax player. So, especially for Palin and Paglia, here’s the real thing: Charlie Parker blowing it to hell and back.