Camille Paglia still hates Hillary, though for different (although similar) reasons. Hillary is still the wrong archetype; always was, always will be, forever and ever world without in amen.
I saw the first Hillary signs going up this week: a thin, white-haired, but very determined elderly lady was trying to wrestle one into the ground near zipping traffic on a county highway. I thought, "Hmm ... Hillary's demographic?" Obama is certainly a darling of youth, the wave of the future. (Salon)
Obama, on the other hand, is a 'dewy and somewhat reserved newcomer,' beloved of the intelligentsia, with 'the patrician elegance of John F. Kennedy.' Gaaaah. Also: heh. According to La Paglia, Hillary's demographic consists of white-haired little old ladies. All the cool kids---and La Paglia---want Obama.
Oh, who cares what Camille Paglia says or does about Hillary or Obama? Her area of expertise is the androgyne in art history, art, and literature literature, with a side of Madonna and Keith Richards and their "hieratic assertions of charismatic personality." Yes, yes, I read her Sexual Personae Book back in the Nineties. I liked her Sexual Personae book. I wish she and Salon didn't believe that her literary/artistic take on pop culture qualifies her for political punditry. She's always trying to blind her readers with jargon.
Which is why, oh Brad of Sadly, No! ("How Does this Woman Get Paid to Write Again?") I so revere thee:
First Hillary was a man-hating closeted lesbian who hurt women by making them look like power-hungry ball-smashers. Now she’s an unserious feminine softy who makes all chicks look wimpier than the goddamn Snuggles bear. Next week she’ll try to morph the two personae into a man-hating lesbian Snuggles bear incarnation of some kind; perhaps she could film commercials teaching us how to use fabric softener to keep our leather dominatrix gear extra, extra soft. Who knows! Whatever happens, Camille will hate her.
This, though, is money:
Nubile, exploited Monica Lewinsky will always hover around Hillary like ghostly baggage.
Is it possible for Salon to somehow refund me the three seconds I spent watching their Site Pass ad?
"Nubile, exploited Monica Lewinsky": Word salad? You be the judge.
Also I revere SNs' Gavin:
You know, imagine it’s 1991, the year Sexual Personae: Art and Decadence from Nefertiti to Emily Dickinson came out in paperback. Subtract eighteen years, and it’s 1973. It’s 1991 right now, and we’ve been listening to this woman say the same things, over and over, since 1973.
No, think about it: We’re listening to, like, Jesus Jones doing ‘Right Here Right Now,’ and Paglia has been talking since the first Bachman-Turner Overdrive album came out. Would anybody have put up with that then? Wouldn’t somebody long since have remarked, “Hey, okay, that Bachman-Turner Overdrive — stop playing that old stuff already, man; that stuff is so old“? Because honestly, it’s really gotten quite a bit past fresh at this point, hasn’t it?
And then there's Bustardblog:
Was Camille Paglia ever relevant? Was she ever actually a real person? I doubt it; and I am positive that she no longer is. Her piece in Salon confirms it.
The attacks on Hillary demonstrate both Paglia's pretentiousness and childishness:
"Would I want Hillary answering the red phone in the middle of the night? No, bloody not."
"Her shrill voice much improved and lowered..."
"Only a masochist or castrate would want to be Hillary's V.P."
"No, bloody not" is not a turn of phrase commonly heard in upstate New York, where Paglia was brought up. But she clearly has tried to absorb the language of the English Upper Crust.....I don't know if the woman has always been a fraud - having Harold Bloom as your mentor is not a good sign. But currently, the woman is a phony.
And Steve at No More Mister. Nice Blog, says:
[H]ere's Paglia in Salon:
Why was Hillary flying around the world to those 80 countries anyhow -- building her resume while leaving her randy hubby unleashed?
What?! Expecting personal responsibility from men? But that's absurd!
Lately I've had serious disagreements with some of the godmothers of modern feminism, but even so, they're a damn sight better than alternatives like Schlessinger and Paglia....
Oh, and this is the loopiest moment in Paglia's current column:
And that [Clinton] scare ad was produced with amazing ineptitude. If it's 3 a.m., why is the male-seeming mother fully dressed as she comes in to check on her sleeping children? Is she a bar crawler or insomniac? An obsessive-compulsive housecleaner, like Joan Crawford in "Mommie Dearest"?
"The male-seeming mother"? Here's the ad -- you really think so, Camille? Er, I don't see it. Maybe my tran-dar is a bit rusty.
If it's pretension and pretentiousness we're into, I'm glad that there are bloggers out there who can still tell a hawk from a handsaw.
But the lovely Ms. Althouse just loooooves Paglia's pontifications. Naturally!