Camille Paglia is back, wank follows.
Props to the Wank Report mousies.

Over at Salon.com, infamous "feminist" Camille Paglia* makes her return after a six year hiatus. The second paragraph of her return column serves as a welcome mat to her fans or a warning sign to the haters, depending on your POV.

I had certainly assumed the Web was surfeited with more than enough material, but evidently many others beside myself find the partisan polarization of the blogosphere numbingly predictable and its prose too often slapdash, fragmentary or drearily prolix.

Um... What?

The Salon readers are, for the most part, going 1/3s "Yay, she's back" and 2/3s "OH HELL NO!"

For. Five. Hundred. Plus. Entries.

There are some choice potshots to be had, at Paglia herself, her haters, and a couple at Molly Irvins (whom one of the first posters referenced re: her appraisal of Paglia).

Internet commentary is serious bizness!



* Reader Rupert sums up Paglia's style thusly:

One third worthwhile insight, incisively articulated.

One third provocation for the hell of it (also worthwhile).

One third damn fool nonsense, delivered in the written-word equivalent of bombastic prog rock.

Stir up with equal parts narcissism and generosity.

Personally, I tend to think of her as the batshit liberal ying to Ann Coulter's batshit conservative yang.