Hey Maureen…
When I was little, growing up in a house that prominently displayed a blue-eyed Jesus and a blue-eyed J.F.K., I felt my brown eyes were far less attractive than my brothers’ blue ones.
I obsessed on it so much, cutting out a picture of a beautiful brown-eyed model and keeping it in my scrapbook, that my mother finally reassured me:
“You look at blue eyes. You look into brown eyes.”
…no one cares, you twit.
this is actually painful to read:
This level of superficiality is so thin — and stretched over such a chasm of empty verbage — that it shatters into mica dust when you look at it too hard. Why ever did you make me click that link and read that feather-light drivel?
If you were trying to make a profit on a newspaper business, maybe you’d consider whether extra local reporters in the boroughs might bring in more readers than Ms. Dowd – not to mention that Doubthat feller.
Breaking: my eyes are brown.
good, we won’t have to kill you.
Not that it’s appropriate for a NYT column, but in Dowd’s defense my daughter has expressed similar concerns about blue eyes v. her brown. Dowd’s father was a wise man even if his daughter grew up to be a narcissist who gets to splashe her peculiar brand of self aggrandizement on the Op-Ed pages of the Times.
She and Tommy Friedman – what a pair of self-aggrandizing bags of hot gaseous substance.
All women were little girls once. But Maureen Dowd is, at least chronologically, 57 years old, and from her job description we would tend to think her as a leader of public opinion, which carries with it certain standards and expectations.
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/03/28/business/28nocera.html?pagewanted=1&_r=1&ref=business
She’s drunk, right? I mean I can’t get the AbFab girls out of my head whenever I see any mention of her.
Anyone that can cram Barbie, Jesus, and Paul Newman into one column is a literary genius. And she has great taste in music.
I like reading her stuff sometimes and find her perspective interesting and human.
Actually, I care, having raised two brown-haired, brown-eyed daughters. I was so happy when Belle of Disney’s Beauty and the Beast came out having brown hair and eyes. It finally gave them a Disney model they could relate to.
Any mother who’s had to reassure her daughter, the only brown-haired girl in the class, that she’s also beautiful will relate to that.