James Taranto is feeling a bit put upon by all the great women who can tell after 30 seconds of listening to him that they will never sleep with him. The mere thought skeeves them out. They're thinking, "If I can just get away from this perv, I'll never have to breathe the same air again."
It's totally understandable that Taranto would mistake a war on pervy creeps for a war on all men. Totally.
NY Times needs to look in the mirro
4 days ago
