My husband and I have a joke between us that Peggy Noonan’s life’s work is trying to figure out how to re-animate the corpse of Reagan and then have him run for president again.

I can’t stand Goopy on levels that I didn’t even know I had. I want her to choke on her own pseudo-science bullshit. I don’t even like Blythe Danner, tbh.

All you have to do is look at the images to see how Gwyneth Paltrow felt about Harvey:

I can’t read Ms. Dowd anymore. Stopped years ago. She’s divisive in the worst sense, the tribal side of feminism. In short, she’s a hater at the core.

I would imagine like all daughters, she sought her mother’s support and protection. No matter how old we get when shit gets rough and we have a parent to sooth us we go straight to them for comfort and love. And like most (good) parents Blythe wasn’t having it and took this Dowd to task.

Oh god I thought from the headline that she was going to be defending Gwyneth from all the (rightfully-deserved) GOOP hate. I didn’t know about Dowd’s terrible op-ed though I’m not surprised. Phew. Get her, Blythe.

WTF is going on at the NY Times? They publish the Weinstein exposé then lose their minds and let those horrible op-eds run? Maureen Dowd is a horrible writer.

Honestly, if you need to be told and lead to what to think, you’re doing life wrong.

The fact that so many ‘names’ were afraid to come forward tells you all you need to know. No matter how much power on paper we think that Angelina Jolie, or Gwyneth Paltrow or whoever has in Hollywood, it’s not enough to overcome the toxic patriarchy in Hollywood that Harvey Weinstein represented.

The NY Times Op Ed staff in general is the worst. Dowd is certainly among the worst of the worst, but Brooks, Friedman and Douthat give her tough competition.

Maureen Dowd is the worst.

Maureen Dowd has moved into the Peggy Noonan category of “For the love of God, go away”.

died.

Yes. Pale, embellished and gaudy versions of this masterpiece.

Go home Russia, you’re drunk.

Cameron’s nuclear holocaust effects are genuinely some of the most upsetting and intense images in the history of cinema. Well done, King James.

It’s ok, you can go and cry now in front of your JJ poster.

Go to bed, kid, you’re tired.

nope, he’s bad and he should feel bad.