Wednesday, June 04, 2014

More Dowdy Schtick

Ruh oh, did I try not to take this by-now stale bait, but here I go:

Yes, Maureen Dowd, when you don't do the proper research in the sense of utilizing said research, you end up fucking up

Also, I could NOT be more over this uptight, century-old Reefer Madness schtick, which is particularly popular on this coast, along with boat shoes & preppy clothes from the 80s (but they're expensive and therefore chic, I see)--get with the times maybe?--regarding a plant that is by & large harmless for adults who aren't, say, afraid to be alone with their own thoughts.

Or to feel.

Or to relax.

Don't like it? Don't do it.

One might also suggest: Don't send others to jail & don't advocate ruining others' lives for the crime of preferring pot to (the comparatively & sadly lethal & addictive) alcohol, which is exactly the purpose of articles like these; oh, how noble your ivory tower, Dowdy.

To close today's lesson, if this plant causes you to have a breakdown, maybe something was broken to begin with, hmm?

Update re: one Dowdy update: Okay, so I have suspected all along that not only did this columnist choose to discount her source, not to mention common knowledge regarding edibles versus smoking -- for instance, the maximum amount even the regular smokers I know eat is about half to a whole cookie, as you can always take more, but you can't untake -- but that she also did not even eat the edible. And now that she's doubled down on her puerile, stereotypical hack phrasings, I'm convinced she had that Reefer Madness written and ready to go long before she arrived in Colorado. I'm drawing on intuition and nearly 20 years experience in media in making that observation, but even without that, she just reeks not of pot but of fear, nonsense and oh color me bored already, again.

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