Saturday, June 09, 2012

Sally Quinn, Disenfranchised 1%-er.

This is a remarkable piece. Consistently whiny, with an almost overpowering nose of bitterness, and a strong aftertaste of self delusion.

If you are going to produce a 1,400 + word diatribe on how the moneychangers have corrupted the temple of politics, you would do better than to make catty remarks about being stuck at a table with the Gingriches and the Kardashians at the White House Correspondent's Dinner. 

Neither the Gingriches or the Kardashians have any money in any real sense. (Not that they aren't doing better than me, but that's a very low bar to clear.) Newt's 'celebrity' is based on the fact that he tosses off more interesting ideas in 10 minutes than the average faculty of a run of the mill Ivy league university faculty. Sure, some are contradictory, and there's a non-trivial portion that are incandescently stupid, but at least they are ideas.

The Kardashians, on the other hand, are a will-o-the-wisp group whose upside will be less significant than that of the Gabor Sisters. The Mitford Sisters would have taken their lunch money, kicked sand in their faces, and told them to mix in a salad. 

Cynically, one suspects that's what's really bugging Ms. Quinn is the fact that a) the Kardashians likely didn't know that she was anyone "important", and b) the Gingriches know that the Post really doesn't matter that much anymore. 

Irrelevance really stinks.