Maureen Dowd went to Saudi Arabia and all she got was this hilarious slideshow of photos of herself in different outfits. (Oh and a big piece in the August Vanity Fair.) I LOVE IT. It's just like Sex and the City 2 except 1. no galpals and 2. at least MoDo pulls out a notebook sometimes. I clicked through every picture two times! Actual caption of the photo seen here: "Dowd and friend on the outskirts of Riyadh. 'It's funny,' she writes, 'to see how many people have named their camels Barack."
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
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If Obama started spitting randomly on people, would that help or hurt his poll numbers?
Hoo boy what about that repeated "winsome" pose with the toes pointed toward the hapless viewer?!?!
I saw that as less "winsome" and more an attempt at being wry, as in "isn't it ridiculous that I'm wearing an abaya on a beach?" No less annoying, though.
@Bittersweet:
And my first thought was "she is damn proud of her matching "Cherries in the Snow" pedicure and lips."
Say what you want, madame tussaud's version of Maureen standing in front of Hitler's car is amazing.
It perfectly captures the death mask of her visage.
Yeah, she looks like she's about to challenge Max von Sydow to a game of strip cribbage.
Having difficulty whether it is a higher honor to be "the first Muslim in space," or to "smell like the United States."
This was the funniest thing I've seen today!
That Maureen La Perla picture is the type* of picture I pull up on the largest iMac I can get my hot little hands on to do the control+two fingers zoom and methodically take patchwork screenshots, which I then put together manually in PS to make a bootleg print. Which I then frame and tack to the wall.
*ahem, Evan Lysacek pics for Details
One Oil-of-Olayed Cougar sits on One Old Cannon
Ok, now one about the snorkel please.
done!
Thank you.
I would totally buy that crazy hotel TV cabinet in #7 if it were silver leaf.
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hah, yeah, between this and this, this afternoon is a spraytanned abayaful of win.
RIGHT!?
I'm waiting for Thomas Friedman's modeling tour of Bangalore.
This one time at Duane Reed, a dude told me that I looked like a young Maureen Dowd. I couldn't tell if he was kidding or if it was supposed to be a compliment. I couldn't sleep that night.
that ungulate looks constipated. the camel doesn't look happy either.
the taxonomists of the world thank you for this joke
As much as I hate her writing, I love her existence as this crazy sexpot journalist who needs love. It's like if the character from Rambling Rose became a journalist and wrote less interesting stuff than my imagination would have her write.