Today's column for the Daily Banter treads familiar ground for me lately in that it deals with Lena Dunham. It also treads familiar ground in general right now in that it deals with Dunham's incessant nudity, a popular topic of conversation at the moment among journalists. Where it treads new ground is that it's probably going to get me called a misogynist prick.
Anyway, sharpen your knives and take a look.
Here's the opening shot:
"Here’s a little something I don’t think I’ve ever actually told anyone: Andrew Breitbart wrote to me not once but twice. Back in February of 2010 he rattled off a very strange late-night rant at me in response to something I’d written about his little Renfield, James O’Keefe. It was full of misspelled words and ended with a reference to Footloose, and it wound up getting quite a bit of press for my little corner of the internet given that it provided a flawless example of Breitbart’s pettiness when it came to taking on anyone at all who dared to write something about him and his acolytes that he didn’t consider properly hagiographic.
But a couple of weeks after that first e-mail I got another, this one reacting to a quickie diatribe I’d posted on my site that more met with Breitbart’s approval. The piece in question furiously questioned the sincerity of Hollywood’s decision to wrap its toned arms around Gabourey Sidibe and Mo’Nique, who at the time were riding a wave of critical praise for their performance in Precious, and declare them physically beautiful."
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