An ashtray molded and painted to resemble a toilet seat. A fountain pen with a fake feather attached. Sarah Palin, feminist for life.
This diary contains no revelations, no breaking stories, no nude photos. It isn't an examination of Palin's seedy extreme-right background, the sad state of a world in which the legacy of feminism can be appealed to by someone who complained of Hillary's "whining," or an argument that McCain just sent the last few undecided Clinton supporters Obama's way (he did). Instead, it's about the nature of the selection, and the various interpretations offered so far.
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