Me at a party last night: "I've never really been around a lot of Republicans before." "So now you think better of us?" "Not really."
Overheard in a hotel lobby: "I get the feeling these New Yorker liverals just don't understand how 9-11 changed things. It's like they don't even remember it." (no, fuck you).
Later, in Starbucks, two Young Republicans dialogue. "What does SoHo mean?" "Maybe it's like a hooker from the South." (South of Houston Street, asswipe). "I heard the bagels here were supposed to be different, but they seem the same to me." (because you're in a fucking Starbucks moron). "I would have expected Bush to get more support in New York -- there seem to be so many Mexicans living here. (they're Puerto Ricans, and . . . what?).
Then cute girl at adjacent table: "hey...aren't you the guy who wrote that there were no cute girls in Midtown?" That turned out better.
Isn't this blogosphere-thingy amazing? Can't you just feel the intellectual curiousity and fair-mindedness lapping over you in warm, gentle waves?
Give me the New Yorker or the Washington Post or, heck, the New York Times any day of the week. (Sorry to disappoint conservatives, but I'm on record as believing in my heart of hearts that, taken as a whole, the New York Times is a wonder of the modern world. It's an amazing accomplishment.) These print outlets may not always be perfect, but you'll never see anything as shockingly provincial or boorish in the old media that we're all supposed to regard with so much disdain.