For some reason that George Thorogood song popped into my head - I drink alone.
I warned you about weed Mo!!! I TOLD YOU DOWD!
Sarah Jeong in âThe Guardianâ imagines if the entire team at the NYT were high on various drugs. An example:
Paul Krugman snorts up crushed Adderall and re-reads Thomas Pikettyâs Capital in the Twenty-First Century
ââInequality in America is at an all-time high. The golden age of Keynesianism has dissolved into darkness. But no cadre of plutocrats can keep me or Thomas Piketty in check and holy shit I feel like a fucking champion right now.ââ
Iâm willing to believe she ate too much of the stuff and spent hours out of her skull. What Iâm skeptical about is her implication that she wasnât warned. Iâll bet a hundred bucks she was explicitly told exactly how much of that candy bar to eat. She says the wrapper had no warning, but Iâm not sure thatâs true.
Maureen Dowd would put plastic bags over her head if there wasnât a warning label.
People who do this type of shit are already brain damaged, and potâs not gonna make 'em worse.
She never specified how much of the bar she consumed, and Iâm not sure why sheâd leave that part out of the column. Itâs more of a non-news anecdotal tale without specifics.
Okey Dokey, then. When does MoDodoâ write a column complaining about the NYT making her pee in a cup?
She should, just to verify the story if nothing else. Iâve had to piss for a drug test and itâs a demeaning task.
Sing with MoDo:
âȘâ âȘâȘâ âȘâ "I was gonna write my column until I got high
I was gonna write it up and send it the newsroom but then I got high
My column is so messed up and I know why (why man?) yea heyy,
- cause I got high
- cause I got high
- cause I got hiiiiiiiiiigh!!! âȘâȘâ âȘâȘâ
Oh gawwdâ! I just had a horribleâŠhorrible thought!!!
Please tell me Dame Peggy of Noonington wonât be inspired to âone upâ or to follow MoDo and share her harrowing tale about that time she emptied the Oval Office liquor cabinet, got a shotgun from The Gipper and woke up naked in the WH rose garden with the groundsâ leaf blower.
Oh gawwd! PleaseâŠNO.
Dowd was 18 in 1970. Donât tell me she was never aware of the effects of marijuana until 2014. Or other intoxicants, booze in particular. Donât tell me she knows no one at the NYT or elsewhere who has experienced the effects. The 62 year old virgin? Right.
Bottomline: sheâs completely constrained by her journalistic persona to produce exactly the story she produced. Reality is an unnecessary adjunct.
âBuy the ticket, take the ride.â â Hunter S. Thompson
To be honest, everythingâs been going to pot for Maureen for a loooooooooooongâ time now!
âȘâ ( o) ââȘ"One chew over the line, Sweet Jesus
One chew over the lineâŠ"âȘâ ( o) ââȘ
~rimshot!~
I think youâre giving way too much credit there to the idea that Dowd had an agenda, planned it out and executed it.
Iâm sure there was a way to take the concept of the article and come up with a good column, but she botched the experiment and instead of having an interesting piece about Coloradoâs marijuana availability, it became a cautionary tale about Dowdâs recklessness.
The lesson we can take from this is not that marijuana edibles can be scary, but that Dowd can be stupid and unaware of it when she writes about herself.
Finally the real reason MoDo is called the NYTâs âdopeâ!
~rimshot!~ (They just write themselves.)
Dumb chick. Ignores advice. Gets too high. Dog bites man.
Weâd have a column about the first time she tried tequila except she canât remember that long ago.
Never attribute to malice that which is adequately explained by stupidity?
Or Occamâs razor, or both.
âshe was warned about the unpredictable potency of ediblesâ
This exposes her essential dishonesty. She was clearly planning a negative column.
Iâm with ya TLQ. MoDo just sat in her room, made a few calls, worked her column, took a nap, etc. This whole story is Mo being Mo. Sheâs from my generation but lived the sheltered life, preferring powerful men, blue bloods, Hemingway (even though he was from the previous generation), and penny loafers. . She still despises everything considered counterculture, sexual freedom, the Age of Aquarius, all those uneducated dirty rockers, hipsters, the whole âmovementâ. And of course all the complications of being Irish Catholic, the drudgery of a catholic education, and ⊠sex, the bad trip of all bad trips that fucks up many young catholic women trying to find their way as they hang on to their sacred virginity while conflicted in their guilt and self flagellation, always losing in their attempts to please Almighty God. This is Mo.
Always eat asparagus before one of those.