And the tone-challenged land of the swells: Who was Nancy Lanza?
We’ll recommend this lengthy profile from yesterday’s Washington Post. Last week, we were stunned by the uninformed tripe which appeared at one liberal outpost concerning this question.
Because it’s Christmas Eve, we aren’t going to link or even name names! But the world isn’t served when we liberals give ourselves over to “imagining” about the dead, especially when we keep noting the fact that we don’t have any real idea what we’re talking about.
Yesterday, we thought the Post provided a fuller profile of Nancy Lanza. Though here too, we’ll advise caution.
We saw one very foolish profile of Lanza last week. But then, this has truly been The Year of Arguing Crazily.
In today’s column, Paul Krugman continues to discuss one part of this growing problem. We’ll have more thoughts at the end of the year about the craziness of our American discourse. But the crazy dumbness of our discourse is now perhaps its distinguishing characteristic. And the spreading foolishness isn’t restricted to just one side of the aisle.
(Although that side of the aisle has been making a joke of our public discourse for years.)
What explains the downward spiral of our American discourse? Opposite Krugman on today’s op-ed page, we may see part of the answer.
Yesterday, the Sunday pundits discussed the killing of children and the societal deadlocks highlighted by the so-called fiscal cliff muddle. This morning, atop the Times op-ed page, Delia Ephron discusses an additional problem.
Her piece appears beneath this headline: “The Hell of Online Shopping.”
The funerals continue in Newtown. The plutocrats continue to push the nonsense at which Krugman marvels. But Ephron and hers have problems too!
Her column starts like this:
EPHRON (12/24/12): A few days ago, I got an e-mail from my sister Amy in Los Angeles saying she and her husband had received boxes from J. Crew. Christmas presents from me, she assumed, since I had ordered them online and told her to expect them.According to the leading authority on her life, Ephron wrote You’ve Got Mail, the popular film which was directed by her sister, the late Nora Ephron. For that reason, you might think this column was tongue in cheek.
But for whom, she asked? The cards were buried deep in the packaging, and one of them was missing. Nothing was gift-wrapped, either (although I had requested and paid for it). The boxes contained two pairs of shoes (although I had ordered only one pair), a man’s pullover and a sparkly pink woman’s sweater. The sweater was for a friend who also lives in Los Angeles, but somehow ended up being sent to Amy’s husband.
I called J. Crew to complain, and what followed was tedious and time-consuming...
Sorry. The column seems wholly serious; this is especially clear by the time we reach its conclusion. Along the way, the problems keep piling up:
EPHRON: My sister offered to gift-wrap and deliver my friend’s present. This was especially kind because traffic in Los Angeles is awful, as bad as New York’s during the holidays, which is one reason I order on the Web. But rather than make life easier, Web shopping only complicates it in new, more frustrating ways.At this point, Ephron returned to her own recent problems, which include the fact that the J. Crew web site doesn’t gift-wrap shoes.
My husband, in charge of buying for all the children in our life, announced one evening that he had bought all his presents. To be done with Christmas shopping was so exciting that you’d think he’d used up some calories to do it, when in fact he’d never left his desk. The next morning he got an e-mail from Hammacher Schlemmer saying the item was out of stock and would ship after Jan. 1. So he had to phone and cancel the order. He then had to Web-shop all over again.
We’re sure that Ephron is a nice person. The same is almost surely true of the editor who decided to publish this column in this very unusual Christmas season.
But especially in this Christmas season, this columns strikes us as light-years past tone-deaf. We’ve often told you: In part, our public discourse has fallen to ruins because our elites have much too much wealth and fame—and because people with too much wealth and fame often end up like the people we meet through this column.
We’re sure that Ephron is a nice person. But that column and its weird tone-deafness comes straight from the land of the swells.
We were struck by that column today. Who would write or publish a column like that in this particular season? More significantly:
Can you expect moral and intellectual guidance from top-notch elites like this?