Plotz rebuts, which Dr. Socks covers, so go there for that. I would just like to point out that Plotz not apologizing and being patronizing is no surprise whatsoever considering this article, in which he solicits Slate readers to submit their dreams about Palin, having, of course, first confessed his own. The post is offensive, but also offers some seriously [unintended] high comedy:
I rarely remember my dreams, but for the past week, GOP vice-presidential nominee Sarah Palin has been haunting me. Night after night, she appears in my dreams, always as a scolding, ominous figure.
When I mentioned my Palin dreams to Slate colleagues, they volunteered their own. One Obama-supporting colleague dreamed she had urged her young son to kill Palin with a string bean. Another dreamed she was at a fashion show and Palin served her crème fraîche on little scooped corn chips. A third says, “In the Sarah Palin dream I keep having, she has superhuman powers but is not really a person at all. In fact, she is more like the weather with glasses and an
up-do, pushing clouds around and pitching lightning bolts.”
Seems he has quite a fetish for the tight bun and the scold. There’s nothing wrong with that, of course, but when you bring your fetishes into the political realm, use your power as an editor to apply your fantasy to a woman of accomplishment who has never solicited your attention in such a manner, it makes you a fucking pervert and a sicko. And it makes us fight harder.