Coulter lectures me on "vulgar". It's like Cookie Monster telling me

[Inland]

which fork to use. She's vulgar in the richest sense of the word.

Se's a vicious, meanspirited person without a ounce of grace or class or manners. She's rude, she's crude, and she panders to the basest emotions.

And she does it for the MONEY and ATTENTION.

Vulgar, base, low class, all those fine words still apply to some people in America. Ann Coulter is one.


http://news.yahoo.com/s/ucac/20060420/cm_ucac/liedownwithstripperswakeupwithpleas

[MADem]

1. Well, it certainly takes one to know one

She should be intimately familiar with the nuances of the term.

[Chiyo-chichi]

2. WHY did I read that column?

Can I have those two minutes back?
Please?

[Ian David]

3. Damn, I hate Coulter...

After reading that, I think I either need to take a shower, or rent "Priscilla Queen of the Desert."

[baby_mouse]

4. ooooh, a coulter thread!

COULTER'S A BIG POO.

there, that was vulgar.

[Inland]

7. It's one of the usual suspects, I know. nt

[IselaB]

5. Surprise, surprise, surprise...

It's all Bill Clinton's fault.

[dusmcj]

6. Ann Coulter has some points, and not just in her knit shirt

The only right way to get laid is the Connecticut Wankee Bitch way, where you:
1. hang out in the mid-fifties East in Manhattan trying to find men between 30 and 50 who
wear an appropriately expensive suit and drive a BMW, Merc or Lexus in Manhattan
without dings
2. go into bars said men enter and chat them up about your trust fund, the funds they
manage, and how you enjoy wearing chaps while fox hunting.
3. convince them that you're a good fuck by getting them to take you to an expensive
dinner at Smith and Wollensky's, where you order the Porterhouse, and then leave
it on your plate untouched to be thrown out, having nibbled only your wilty salad.
This shows you're a high-class piece of ass.
4. make clever circuitous smalltalk as you both edge closer to the mark's Bimmer.
5. let him push you up against the car side and throw his tongue down your throat, giving in
only to the extent that a college girl from a rich family in Connecticut would. If you
have to ask, you shouldn't play.
6. drive home on the Merritt and grope each other halfheartedly through your designer jeans
and his Brooks Brothers. He can get the pants drycleaned in the morning.
7. rush in on arrival in a frenzy of overdramatized passion, and leave a trail of clothing on
the way to the bedroom the way they do in those liquor ads.
8. whatever you do during the act is irrelevant, it's the afterparty that counts. Make sure
you strike the appropriate languid JBF pose as you feel him up about how much he's actually
worth, and where he "summers".
9. if you've got him eating out of your hand (as opposed to your, uhh, oh, nevermind), then you
are GOOD TO GO, BABY!!! Tie that cock up now, just make sure the prenup gets adequate
review.

My my, look, I think I've just written a definition for 'vulgar', how'd I do that ? Oh, I had a Role Model, wow, that Connected shit really works, huh.