Brittney’s a badass
And my love is true.
Ah, y’all. The Conservative Soap Opera has spilled over onto the liberal side of the blogosphere and, in the process, cemented my love for Ms. Brittney.
It’s somewhat convoluted, so follow carefully. There’s Kleinheider, who is something of a famous right wing blogging pundit who is a co-worker with the fabulous Ms. Brittney, who you may recall, is often given grief for being far too left-leaning.
Eleanor and Brittney get into it, with Eleanor suggesting that Brittney isn’t a true liberal because she doesn’t denounce WKRN’s hiring of Steve Gill, a conservative blow-hard, and Brittney delivering a smack-down so delicious that I feel compelled, even hours later to proclaim my love for her in public.
If Brittney and Amanda were the same person, I would move her to Massachusetts, marry her, and then force Kleinheider to watch us have sex*. Because, here’s Eleanor doing that typical waffle-y “I’m surprised I got called on my bullshit and so I’m just going to make all kinds of threats and call all kinds of unfair” and threatening to contact Brittney and Kleinheider’s boss and Brittney just comes in with the
You go ahead and write those letters, girlfriend. But you should know my boss is a Republican. He spells his name S-E-C-H-R-I-S-T.
God damn. Whew. I must fan myself just to reread it.
I guess the truth is that I kind of find bad-asses of both genders irresistible.
*You know, some people who know me professionally read Tiny Cat Pants. I don’t mind for the most part; I think it’s kind of cool. But then I say shit like that and I think, “Shoot, that’s probably not wise.” And I move to delete it. That bugs me. I hate feeling like I should guard myself in this medium that I love precicely because it rewards outragiousness and audacity.
I don’t know. Just something to think about.