NYT's Maureen Dowd and Her Topsy-Turvy Obsessions

First it was the Clintons, now it's Joe Biden. she just can't quit them.

Maureen Dowd dislikes a whole lot of people, but when it comes to Democrats we’re in a whole other universe. We Dems piss her off royally. Nobody can figure it out, but I’m guessing it might have been the Clintons who set her off and she’s never quite recovered. Even during the tumult of the Trump years she couldn’t bring herself to give the Republicans as much grief as she reserved for the Dems.

We don’t see her often any more, and I can’t say I miss her, but when she does appear it’s as if she has to do something BIG in order to get noticed again. This time her timing was awkwardly, hilariously off. Obviously written before the Dem victory in congress, where the huge, significant infrastructure bill just passed with bipartisan support, Mo wrote ‘Wokeness Derails the Democrats’,

Many who were sick of Trump chaos and ineptitude are now sick of Biden chaos and ineptitude. Scranton Joe was supposed to be the sensible, steady one.

And she went on from there. Democrats in disarray! Biden is inept! Even the Democrats are sick of the Democrats! She trended on Twitter for two days, and for all I know she still is. She may like the attention, but the Twitterverse wasn’t kind. Not even a little bit. I’ve been onto her for a long time. She makes stuff up in her head and runs with it, contrary to prevailing truths or common sense. If Mo believes it, it is so.

This is a piece I wrote in 2016, after Maureen fictionalized Hillary Clinton to suit her storyline. I couldn’t resist. And, I’ll be honest, I still love what I did here.

When Maureen Dowd Lost Hillary Clinton

2/17/2016: In the latest chapter in Maureen Dowd's never-ending story of the Clintons, "When Hillary Clinton Killed Feminism",  the long-time New York Times columnist builds her case in the only way Maureen seems to know how: by putting thoughts into Hillary's head and words into Hillary's mouth.. 

Even after all these years, Maureen is still trying to invent Hillary the Terrible, Hillary the Prevaricator, Hillary the Shallow.  And every time she's sure she's got it, every time Dowd writes the perfect scenario, in which her character lives up to her previous, masterful buildup, Hillary the Unpredictable takes off in another direction.

And Dowd fumes! Even on the printed page you can see Dowd fuming. Hillary is HER invention!  HER antagonist!  Who the hell does she think she is?

Because Maureen Dowd's version of Hillary Clinton doesn't exist in real life, the author resorts to  the phrasing of a fiction writer:

"Hillary believed. . ."

"The Clintons seemed to have. . ."

"It turned out that female voters seem to be looking at. . ."

"This attitude intensified the unappetizing solipsistic subtext of her campaign. . . "  (Thrown in because, come on!  That took some work!)

"Hillary started from a place of entitlement. . ."

"Hillary’s coronation was predicated on. . ."

"The Clintons assumed. . ."

"And now she's even angrier. . ."

"Hillary has an 'I' message: I have been abused and misunderstood and it’s my turn."

"It’s a victim mind-set that is exhausting. . ."

"Hillary knew that she could count on the complicity of feminist leaders. . ." 

"And that’s always the ugly Faustian bargain with the Clintons. . ."

What a story!  The stuff of great fiction, and Maureen Dowd is without a doubt a great story-teller.  But if there was a part in there about Hillary killing feminism--as the title suggests--I must have missed it.

But let's say it's in there and I did miss it:  Hillary Clinton has been accused of a lot of things, but killing feminism is a new one.  The last I looked, feminism is alive and well and doing just fine.  The plot twist comes when Dowd tries to portray Hillary as a perennial victim, only to give her the power to kill an entire movement.  It stretches credulity, even for fiction.

The theme of Hillary as either victim or villain is growing old.  She is neither.  But Dowd has lived with this character for so long, building her into a larger-than-life creature of her own making (as every good writer of fiction must do), she can't let her go.  Not her Hillary.  Not this version.  It's driving the poor woman mad!  (No, not really. I made that up. See how easy it is?)

 At risk of seeming presumptuous, let me just say,  writer to writer, woman to woman: Maureen, honey, it's time.  It's time to let it go, to move on to something new.  You've done all you can with this one, and it's just not working.  Now you're repeating yourself.

Even in fiction, the same old story is still the same old story.

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