We've no idea why you'd wander over to the puddle of whine privilege that is the Daily Caller to read a book review, particularly a review of a book by feminist ladies. Irony? A long history of making poor life choices? For the sheer lulz? If it was the latter, oh, did Daily Caller deliver for you this time. Apparently they employ a creature named Mark Judge, and they let Mr. Judge review books for them. Well, "review" is probably too strong a term. They let him shape a bog-standard Daily Caller angerblargle around whatever book he happened to read the back cover of recently. This week, Mark tries his hand at an epic takedown of the new book by the editors of Jezebel,
Glory (yes, that's her name) needs that enormous turtleneck to support her enormous brain.
In case you're wondering, she falls for Dan instantly when he gets off the line "I find Martians relaxing after dealing with Earth people all day!" I mean, what girl wouldn't?
"the liberal obsession with feelings"
Yes Mr. Judge, nothing screams "superiority" like having the empathy of a toaster oven.
I'd like to see Mark Judge review having a 12" sonogram probe shoved up his ass.
"Mark Judge" sounds like a political porn name.
Glory (yes, that's her name) needs that enormous turtleneck to support her enormous brain.
In case you're wondering, she falls for Dan instantly when he gets off the line "I find Martians relaxing after dealing with Earth people all day!" I mean, what girl wouldn't?
Frankly, I think she looks great. Much better than Fred from Scooby-Doo over there.