Self-hating sellout editorials like this make a lot more sense when you realize it's the same paper that hired one Mr. Andres Martinez.
He's the editorialist who writes something really boring called, I swear, Stumped. And who has apparently been stalking a D.C. woman who somehow failed to understand how much of a "cruel whore" she was. So Martinez invented a false identity and emailed threats to her and her friends and her family for a few months.
The sickest part is that his resume made me so jealous. In D.C., being a prestigious SENIOR fellow with three degrees from three separate top schools (two ivies and Stanford!) is like if you were - to put it in real world terms - say, a starlet who stole Brad from Angie and then dumped him for George.
Oh wait. That's not the real world either. Dammit. *
Anyway. Everyone I know wants to be this guy - maybe minus the impending civil suit. Although now his career is as blown as... oh... I don't know... Bill O'Reilly's? We all know getting caught being a bizarro asshole could completely destroy your credibility in this town. **
Given his enthusiasm and talent for playing the victim, I suspect he'll be fine. Wounded but courageous in the face of this harpy's unaccountable refusal to continue sleeping with him, he'll carry on as a card-carrying member of the ruling class.
How much do you want to bet that the Post editorial page eventually, probably quite soon in fact, runs something like, "Why are women so dumb and MEAN that I have to PUNISH THEM?" (But it won't be sexist because they'll get a girl to write it).
* For the record, I am hinting here that our obsession with prestige is as stupid as L.A.'s celebrity culture. That is all. Thank you.
** See, this isn't true and I am being sarcastic again. You can TOTALLY get caught being mean to women who are single/whores/probably asking for it. You just can't get caught cheating on your WIFE because that is wrong.