Word: cluelessness
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...great invisible buffer, impermeable to communication, that separates the nation's capital from the nation. It is what keeps many politicians -- the ones with an "inside the Beltway" mentality -- out of touch with the needs of the citizenry. It is the reason Washington's "media elites" are so clueless as to what's really on America's mind. It is why voters get congressional gridlock when they want action, and congressional action when they want nothing in particular. In a typical indictment, one columnist recently called some piece of Washington policymaking "too secret, too expert, too Beltway...
...March family is Santa Clueless. They are transcendentalists, so there are no angels in their outfieldmaybe just Ralph Waldo Emerson out for his evening stroll. They are the creation of a 19th century New England lady who never heard the phrase "family entertainment" but in her innocence imagined that by telling the story of one family going about the ordinary business of life, she could divert and instruct other families...
Bill Murray: Total consciousness...no, wait, that's from Caddyshack. Actually, just an invite to the AT&T Pebble Beach Pro-Am, and lots of cheerful, clueless old ladies to dump into bunkers as his speed schtick goes...
Paglia sees a sexual wasteland populated by Sandra Dee girl-women who cry wolf at the first wolf whistle, and clueless men emasculated by feminism's stern dictates. The longest new essay, "No Law in the Arena," is a panorama of hot-button topics: rape, harassment, pornography, abortion. What makes Paglia infuriating and invaluable is her willingness to find, in these victimological issues, shades of male anxiety and female responsibility. There are also quieter pieces, notably a loving memoir of four homosexual friends who helped shape her sensibility. But it's silly to ask this brainy pipshriek to calm down...
...purchasing the Berkeley guide, which enlightened me as to the whereabouts of excellent Vietnamese dining. I guess that I could have survived France on brie and baguettes. But if I hadn't encountered John N. Tangent '58 that day in Paris, I would still be walking through the Yard clueless as to the half of my classmates spying...