The Finch Formerly Known As Gold

11 January 2006

Have you cuddled your cactus today?

Inasmuch as I'm supposed to be pining for this, um, "unattainable snarkgoddess" (a phrase for which I score an actual Googlewhack as of this writing, though this post will eventually trash it), here's a not-entirely-random Maureen Dowd description from this denunciation of a Norwegian quota system by E. M. Zanotti:

Sure, women don't hit the upper echelons, but could that be because some women might happen to not want to hit the upper echelons, work three thousand hours a week, and end up alone and bitter like Maureen Dowd? Sure, she believes she out of a date because everyone just thinks she so wonderful, but let's hit the Earth for a second: MoDo is about as cuddly as a cactus, and twice as pretentious.

"The cactus is our friend." — Maria Muldaur, "Midnight at the Oasis"

Actually, cacti don't strike me as particularly pretentious, except for the saguaro, and that could be just a trick of perspective. They sure are prickly, though.

Posted at 7:25 PM to Warn Mode Due

But is she as charming as an eel?

Posted by: McGehee at 9:52 PM on 11 January 2006

A cactus which expatiates on whether pricks are necessary is pretentious.

Posted by: Sean Gleeson at 11:27 PM on 11 January 2006

I suspect that the source of her consternation is not the pricks per se, but the fact that they're not generally available in the wild: unless you're willing to accept artificial simulacra, you can't get one of them except as part of a, you should pardon the expression, package deal.

Posted by: CGHill at 7:04 AM on 12 January 2006