She wasn’t always a crone. 

She used to be a young magpie;  the prototype of all those insufferable, vicious, vagino-ideologue shrews who made every lunch table, every lounge, and every social setting so awful that, by comparison,  a propane torch enema would be sublime.  

She could curdle milk with her clenched lips and smug frown; shoot a gaze that would melt a stainless steel toilet, and turn every human joy to crap.  No, not Sally Quinn or or Mo Dowd.  They’re squeaky little girl gerbils compared to Gloria Steinem, seen here today (thanks to Acclaim).

She paved the way for a thing like this, and you sure don’t want one of those mad at you.  Now Gee-El-Oh-Ar-I-Ay  has relieved herself of a sclerotic, reactionary and irrational bleat in the LA Times (obviously not a recent photo of Mizz Steinem).    What a surprise.  She doesn’t like Sarah Palin.