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One-month anniversary: I can’t stop rehashing the night we got a reprieve from hell

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Groundhog Day for getting surprised by joy

One month ago today:

The polls said it would be close, but she would win. So I decided to skip election results–I’d find out the bad news the next morning. Instead, I fidgeted all day long and into the evening. It was like knowing I’d be executed: Did I want to wait through my last doomed hours, or did I want it all to be over with right now?

Fortunately, my chorus rehearses on Tuesday nights. On the Metro a young woman got on carrying two signs: “I’m With Her” and “Clinton/Kaine.” Standing in the crowded car, she slumped over her phone with the Hillary signs propped up at her feet. I watched her as she busily texted. I usually pride myself on my ability to read people and their body language like books, but on that nervous evening my spidey sense abandoned me. I read into her frantic texting a kind of triumphalism: gloating on the phone with her gal-pals. I didn’t realize that the slump was already signaling desperation.

My chorus, like all arty groups, is likely 100 percent liberal, but they are all nice, polite people who don’t talk politics. And it was a relief just to focus on lines of music. During the break, they were all saying, “It’s really close,” and again, I couldn’t read them, or I would have seen on their faces what was already happening. The gal sitting next to me thumbed her phone whenever she wasn’t singing, and I glanced over just once. The phone said, “Trump, 44.” I thought that meant he’d gotten 44 percent of the vote somewhere–oh hell. What it was really saying, I later realized, was that he’d gotten 44 more electoral votes.

When I got home, I had a glass of wine with my husband. Then I said, “I guess I’ll go upstairs and find out what happened.” It was just after 11 p.m. I decided not to click onto Drudge or Breitbart, which I thought would simply be putting a good face onto very bad news. So I clicked onto the “cruelly neutral” Ann Althouse whom I trusted to tell the blunt truth. There on the screen was a post. It said something on the order of “NYT gives Trump 94 percent Chance of Winning.” There was a screen-grab of a New York Times graphic of a dial with the needle at 94 percent. So I clicked onto the NYT site, where the dial was oscillating as the millions of votes poured in. It went “94 percent, 93 percent, 91 percent, 95 percent.” Another oscillating dial tabulated electoral votes: “304, 305, 301, 303.” What??? So I shouted to my husband, “Come and look at this!” Then I clicked onto Drudge. His headlines were on the order of “Pennsylvania: Trump. Florida: Trump. Ohio: Trump. Wisconsin: Trump.” Then I sent an e-mail to Diana West, the only other Trump fan in my conservative women’s group: “Is this for real? I don’t believe it–but oh, joy!” Then I went to bed. I woke up at 2:30 and clicked onto Drudge again. His headline now said something on the order of: “AP Calls It: Trump Wins the Presidency.” I woke up my husband: “He won, baby–he won!”

The next morning I got an e-mail back from Diana: “Thank you, America!”

Thank you, America.

Oakland “artists” more worried about crackdowns on their firetraps than 36 deaths

From my latest blog post for the Independent Women’s Forum:Wooden: Fire fighters had a difficult time getting inside due to massive amounts of clutter. The interior of the warehouse before the fire is pictured above in an undated photoOakland’s arty tinderbox: Firefighters couldn’t even find the bodies in the junk

Here, from the San Jose Mercury News, is the strangest story to emerge from the ghastly Dec. 2 fire that has claimed the lives of at least 33 people partying in a dilapidated warehouse in Oakland, Calif.:

“As they grieved for friends killed in the inferno at the Ghost Ship warehouse on 31st Avenue, artists, musicians and partygoers from east to west Oakland couldn’t help but worry about a backlash of building inspections at other warehouse collectives.

“’There’s going to be a draconian overreaction to shut everything down,’ said Dunn, 42, who has attended events at the collective in the Fruitvale neighborhood. ‘That would only add to the tragedy.’

“’People are getting worried (the fire) is gonna be used against us,’ said Katelyn Charvoz, of West Oakland. The 25-year-old said she’s been involved in the music/party scene since she was about 15. ‘The city’s gonna paint us as some ugly, crusty, punk kids that are up to no good. If they buy up all the warehouses on every street and kick everyone out, it will just hurt the arts community here.’”


Now for a more details about the vibrant  “collective” that in minutes turned into a towering inferno–from the U.K. Daily Mail:

“Visitors have described a squalid scene where cat faeces and used condoms litter the limited floor space, junk and ‘art’ is piled high in every room, nails protrude from stairs made out of old pallets, brick work crumbles in the walls and drug use rife among the party goers who came and went….

“The property has received 10 complaints over the past 10 years, the most recent involving a makeshift stairwell and un-permitted construction….

“The eccentric building operator created an indoor ‘RV park’ downstairs charging residents $500 a month per person and would also make money renting the space for parties.”

Read the whole thing here.

Posted by Charlotte Allen

Give my regards to Broadway–and my middle finger to vice president-elect Mike Pence

From my latest blog post for the Independent Women’s Forum:

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Hamilton: Spending $700 per ticket for a political dressing-down

It’s bad enough to have to spend around $700 per ticket to take in a Broadway show these days. It’s even worse when the rest of the audience boos you roundly when you walk into the theater, and the cast afterwards decides to give you a stern lecture instead of entertaining the way they’re supposed to.

But the worst of all is when the mainstream press turns you–and your boss who comes to your defense–into the villains of the incident. And I thought liberals were supposed to sympathize with the victims of  bullying, not the bulliers themselves.

Yup, the Washington Post’s Sunday coverage of last Friday’s public humiliation of vice president-elect Mike Pence just because he made the mistake of attending a performance of the Broadway musical Hamilton was nothing short of astounding. An astounding display of op-ed ranting substituting for actual news reporting–and of the extent to which America’s press is so far into the liberal tank that it risks drowning. We already knew the latter, of course, but it’s nice to have a laboratory demonstration.

Just for starters, the Post ran not one but two stories about the already slightly stale Pence incident, one of them of them on its front page. And, just in case Post readers might miss something, the Post quoted the onstage dressing-down that Pence received from Hamilton actor Victor Dixon not once but twice–also on the front page.

Here is how Post “reporter” Philip Rucker led off Story #1:

“Mike Pence was elected vice president by a coalition of mostly white voters nostalgic for what they thought of as the good old days in America and galvanized by promises to deport millions of undocumented immigrants.”

Isn’t the story supposed to be about the Hamilton incident, not Rucker’s random ideas about white people and how they voted?

Rucker then quotes Dixon’s yada-yada speech to Pence about how “alarmed and anxious” Hamilton‘s well-compensated actors about the damage that Pence and president-elect Donald Trump will do to “our planet” and “our children” by not being “diverse” enough or whatever. But then Rucker can’t wait to return to his true topic:

“The remarkable moment crystallized the cleavage wrought by a toxic presidential campaign, in which millions of aggrieved white Americans propelled Donald Trump and Pence to the White House and left millions of others — blacks and Latinos, gays and lesbians, Muslims and Jews — fearful of what might become of their country.”

Read the whole thing here.

Posted by Charlotte Allen

Celebrities vow to leave America on Trump win–and I’m happy to chip in on their air fare

From my latest blog post for the Independent Women’s Forum:

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Cyrus with favorite muscle–uh, when did you say your one-way flight to Mars was?

I’m making a list and checking it twice.

And it’s a long one, according to Hollywood Life before the polls closed yesterday:

“All around Hollywood, bags are packed and ready to go in case Donald Trump clinches the presidency…”

At the top of the list (and everybody’s list for bidding adios to America permanently, please) is…Miley Cyrus:

“Miles wants NOTHING to do with Donald. She’s repeatedly made posts about how dangerous and offensive he is (even calling him a ‘f*cking nightmare’), but her hated for him reached it’s peak when she said she would ‘move out da country’ if he won.

Second prize: Miley and her tongue stay right here in the USA.

But we also have:

“Lena Dunham. Let’s not pretend we’re even surprised by this. She said she ‘loves’ Canada and would ‘100 percent’ move there if necessary….

“Jon Stewart. ….Now that he doesn’t have a show tying him to America, he doesn’t mind leaving. “I’m getting in a rocket and going to another planet,” he told People. “Because clearly this planet’s gone bonkers.”

“Cher. Cher is a powerful woman, so of course she’s supporting another powerful woman! ‘IF HE WERE TO BE ELECTED, IM MOVING TO JUPITER….’…

“Barbra Streisand. Babs love Hillary, and she said she wouldn’t hesitate to bail and run to Canada if Hil doesn’t take the W on Nov. 8.”

Read the whole thing here.

Posted by Charlotte Allen

NYT reporter has seeming orgasm watching Hillary Clinton campaign in the rain

From my latest blog post for the Independent Women’s Forum:

The Hillar-ecstasy that got NYT political writer Mike Barbaro going


[H]ow about when a member of the mainstream press writes about his reactions to Mrs. Clinton in dime novel sexual terms? That’s the only conceivable explanation for this strange short article about a Clinton appearance during a Florida storm by New York Times political reporter Mike Barbaro:

“The moment lasts about 45 seconds….

“Mrs. Clinton, pelted by a driving rain and seemingly overcome by exhaustion, exhilaration and a swirling wind, lets loose with her hands and relinquishes her script….

“Her arms thrust skyward, one after the other, in what starts to feel like a dance.

“There’s an unfamiliar sense of abandon and joy.

“The rain grows heavier. Her wet clothes turn a shade darker. She cracks a wide smile. She takes in the scene around her and laughs before she finishes her sentence….”


As Federalist editor Mollie Hemingway, who gets a hat tip for finding this item, writes:

“Listen, we all have our weird sexual kinks, even if we choose not to broadcast them in national newspapers. But wow.”

Read the whole thing here.

Posted by Charlotte Allen

Shades of Catherine the Great: Anthony Weiner in “equine therapy” as “sex addiction” rehab

From my latest blog post for the Independent Women’s Forum:


At any rate, according to the Post, the disgraced former congressman from Queens is currently horsing around at “at The Recovery Ranch at Nunnelly, Tenn., a tony woodsy respite for deep-pocketed patrons.”

“Weiner — who was caught obsessively texting other women, including an underage girl, while married to top Hillary Clinton aide Huma Abedin — looked pensive as he meandered through the trees at the expansive ranch.

“But he turned decidedly glum when approached by The Post and asked for comment. He refused to say a word before riding slowly off….

“….Weiner, 52, is now worlds away, putting his time in at the secluded recovery ranch after Abedin jettisoned him when it surfaced that he even sexted selfies with their 4-year-old son sleeping in the background.

“Weiner is bunking down at The Ranch’s Swan Creek House, one of several lodgings catering to its addled well-heeled clientele about an hour west of Nashville.”

One reason for Weiner’s canter away from journalistic scrutiny may be the fact that agents investigating his sexting troubles “discovered he had emails on his computer that could be linked to the FBI probe involving Clinton’s private server,” the Post speculated. The new discovery prompted FBI Director James Comey to reopen his investigation of Clinton, then promptly close it again a few days later.

According to its website, the Recovery Ranch offers a 35-day $25,000 sex rehab program that includes horsing around with actual horses instead of one’s cellphone. Says the Post:

“It’s a state-of-the-art equestrian center equipped with lights, heated water and a ¾ bath, as well as 12 stalls, a wash area and a vet area for the equine partners.”

Read the whole thing here.

Posted by Charlotte Allen

Harvard punishes men’s soccer team for rating Harvard women on 1-10 scale–back in 2012

From my latest blog post for the Independent Women’s Forum

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Harvard’s current women’s soccer team: no numerical scores that we know of yet
Hasn’t every team member who helped circulate the “scouting report,” as they called it, graduated by now? Or did someone on the team flunk Chem 101 and have to put in an extra year or two? I thought everyone at Harvard got an automatic “A” because they’re all so smart….

No one in the Harvard administration has deigned to disclose exactly what evidence supports the group punishment–suspending the rest of 2016–for the team, which up until now was ranked #1 for this Ivy League season.

From an earlier Crimson report, the nine-page 2012 “scouting” document (apparently found via Google Groups) sounded like…something guys used to do when I was in college. Or like Harvardian Mark Zuckerberg’s idea for creating a website that would compare Harvard girls to farm animals and ask viewers to vote on who was most attractive. (Yes, Zuckerberg did this in real life, not just in The Social Network). Rude, crude, and un-gentlemanly, but not uncommon among exuberant young men.

Here’s what the Crimson said:

“In lewd terms, the author of the report individually evaluated each female recruit, assigning them numerical scores and writing paragraph-long assessments of the women. The document also included photographs of each woman, most of which, the author wrote, were culled from Facebook or the Internet….

“Each woman was assigned a hypothetical sexual “position” in addition to her position on the soccer field….

“The author also assigned each woman a nickname, calling one woman ‘Gumbi’ because ‘her gum to tooth ratio is about 1 to 1.’

“’For that reason I am forced to rate her a 6,’ the author added.”


Soon after the story broke, the six female team members who had been “evaluated” in 2012  (and graduated in 2016) wrote a collective op-ed for the Crimson indicating that all had likely majored in women’s studies at Harvard:

“We are appalled that female athletes who are told to feel empowered and proud of their abilities are so regularly reduced to a physical appearance. We are distraught that mothers having daughters almost a half century after getting equal rights have to worry about men’s entitlement to bodies that aren’t theirs.”

Read the whole thing here.

Posted by Charlotte Allen