Bless the British press for featuring, in “Bare-Faced Chic,” Paltrow, Thurman, (Bundchen looks just fine), Moss, Theron (an albino hound), Beckham (ever ugly), and poor Lulu (whose cheek implant slipped from cheek to jaw)–all sans makeup.
Here is your host, no spring chicken, with not a scrap of make up on her actual skin. We’re holding up.
Men ought to learn realism.These adulated women don’t look like much under the goop.
Classical Liberalism, Ilana Mercer, Left-Liberalism And Progressivisim, libertarianism
Peter Brimelow, one of the best minds in the paleo movement (I think of Peter as a paleolibertarian), has something nice to say about me on VDARE.com:
“LewRockwell.com doesn’t seem to have responded to Arthur Pendleton’s [1] analysis of its sad regression from Paleolibertarianism to the left-liberal mean, except to post this [2] pathetic theoretical twaddle by Butler Shaffer, essentially arguing that immigration is OK because only private property owners can have the right to forbid trespass. See what we mean? There’s a reason why none of Ayn Rand’s protagonists had families: this entire non-atomistic dimension of the humanity experience is missing from modal libertarianism. It’s not missing from the writing of [3] Ilana Mercer, who combines libertarianism with an appreciation of the nation and the dangers of immigration in a recent WorldNetDaily column [4] Israel: Role model for America. Paleolibertarianism exists, it just apparently needs a new home.”
On Monday, 1:05 Pacific Time, I’ll be on “Talk Back,” the nationally syndicated show of the legendary George Putnam, distributed nationwide on the Cable Radio Network.” Chuck Wilder will be filling in for George. Topics (May 19, 2008): “In Defense Of The Fence” and “They’re Coming For Your Kids!”
My beloved daughter writes:
“You know, unconditional love is all good, but love isn’t my big thing these days. What nuggets other than unconditional love could another mother proffer? How many nuggets per year? How many are rehashed from previous years? These are the kinds of silly questions that roll through my head when I read yet another one of your articles or emails to me. Pardon the cheese, but you’re a fountain of knowledge that I can always turn to and inexorably get the truth from. As kind, loving, and sweet as you are, this isn’t what separates you from the other mothers and makes you the best one ever. You ARE the best writer on this continent. Not only that but you are one of the most unique gems EVER in that when you speak from the heart it IS truth and that is just about impossible to find, not just in moms, but in humanity at large.
But let’s hail the love a mo’, just because you do it so much gooder than the rest. Why? Because your love isn’t stupid, simple and declarative. You act. That email you sent me the other day, which took you over an hour to write, moved me so because it was the most loving gesture EVER. I have re-read it at least six times now. Sometimes I can’t believe how far we’ve come and how wonderful our relationship is. I know that you’re looking out for me always and it makes me so calm and happy inside. And a little tearful when I think about it.
So mum, I just adore you. Thank you for everything always.”
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For once, I’m without words.
(I like the way she pokes gentle fun at mom’s grammatical fetishes with “so much ‘gooder.’” She knows me “good.”)