For years, I’ve been puzzled that anyone could think of Camille Paglia as anything other than the preening, narcissistic fraud that she obviously is. I’ve always believed that if Paglia had been born a guy, she would be engaged in an endless attempt to suck her own penis. She would, of course, declaim that masturbatory goal as an Epically Heroic Quest of Western Civilization.
As a Salon subscriber, I’m annoyed that any of my money goes to keep publishing Paglia’s insanely egocentric rants (I find her even more insufferable than Cary Tennis, who so needs a good slapping-around). I’m thrilled to read Kathy G.’s Paglia takedown, because I’ve never mustered the energy to write one myself: Camille Paglia in Salon: WTF?. Kathy gets extra credit for linking to Molly Ivins’ 1991 Mother Jones article about Paglia, which I’d never read. Damn, I miss Molly.