Posts Tagged ‘Mammy’

Mirror, Mirror, On the Wall

At the opening of Gone With the Wind, Margaret Mitchell describes Scarlett O’Hara thusly: “…she wasn’t beautiful, but everyone thought she was.” Now, before you start thinking I’m going to bring up the battle axe of the borealis, I’m not, because my argument isn’t really about beauty (or lack thereof).  It’s about the deep and [...]

You Say Nostalgia; I Say Neuralgia

Since nearly all of what passes for Republican “ideas” are invariably sold with laughably improbable predictions of the dire consequences of not adopting them, rather than their relative merit, I seldom bother to pay much attention to them anymore.  I suppose it’s psychologically satisfying, on some level, to know that if a sundry Kristol, Cheney, [...]