Discussion for article #227802
Surprisingly well-handled.
“I strained to remember where I was or even what I was wearing, touching my green corduroy jeans and staring at the exposed-brick wall,”
And this is different for Ms. Dowd’s daily routine how exactly?
No Maureen, you’re a poster child for the class of drugs called “atypical antipsychotics”.
I read you for years, Mo, until it struck me that you are a psychotic man-hater. Evidently your mom was, also.
Oh my that was good,
You think it might be that she hates men because not to many seem to like her? You know the old sour grapes thingy.
She’s got a problem for sure. I would be willing to bet she spends a lot of time in therapy - and like most folks, she’s wasting her money.
You are so kind.
Really. Must’ve had a brownie before she gave that statement.
The rule should be one-dose-per-candy-bar.
Do you even know what they are? So you don’t read her anymore 'cause she’s a psychotic man-hater, meaning she doesn’t like Obama. You and chammy love to shoot from the hip.
Yeah, got it, she doesn’t love your Mr. Wonderful in the WH. Why don’t you just call her a slut.
She would be a better poster child for fucking morons.
One nice thing is people are not afraid to talk about it now.
She can apparently also be the poster child for bad wardrobe choices. Green corduroy jeans? The last person I saw successfully wearing that was my three-year-old niece.
I’d like to be the first to suggest a new drug slang for “too high”.
Example:
Fat Freddy- Hey man are you OK you look pretty wasted?
Freewheelin Franklin- Pretty Wasted? I’m totally Dowdy!
That’s it Darcy, you just let it all out. Now, go have a good, sobbing cry, and take a nice long nap on the sofa.
I don’t think she is just a man-hater. She is hateful and insulting to everyone; she is the original mean-girl-with-a-typewriter; she hasn’t found a story yet that she could not trivialize in the pursuit of cute self aggrandizement. She is still in high school.
I never met anyone who OD’ed on pot before. Turning her stupidity into cash…well that’s just her specific genius now…isn’t it.
She has been delusional for a long time. She reminds of Peggy Noonan. Both use words to make themselves the story, and both are stuck in the 1950’s when woman were stuck in the kitchen.
her career died and nobody told her