Meet Alex Kuczynski, this week's Worst Woman in the World.  Part of me can't believe this is legal; part of me can.  How does the Times still pay this woman?

Little Alex chose good parents, and they sent her to the right schools.  She went to the right college where she met the right people, and decided that she wanted to be a writer.  Writing is a tough career, so she put off starting a family while she established herself.  Unfortunately writing is also a poorly-paid profession, so she went out and hooked a nice rich investment banker 15 years her senior.  She gets clothes, mansions, fancy food, and more time to write; he gets a new trophy (the last two had lost their shine).

The years go by, and Alex establishes herself as a writer of self-centered and uninteresting articles on the theme of "I'm rich, bitch!" But she wants something more.  She wants to project a part of herself into the future, to raise an nurture a child of her own, not just the 6 her husband has already.  No more pills and prophylactics, it's time to get down to business.  Unfortunately, despite her best efforts she does not manage to conceive; even nearly $100,000 in IVF treatments do not give her a child.  What can poor Alex do?  Read on for the exciting conclusion to our tale.

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John Cole delivers a proper smack-down to TalkLeft's own Jerome, Armando (a.k.a. "Big Tent Democrat"):

With Democrats like this, who needs Red State? If there was anyone who was more tedious during this last election cycle than Armando, aka Big Tent Democrat, let me know. Besides turning one of my favorite sites, TalkLeft, into a pseudo-Puma cess-pool during the primaries (But he supports Obama, dont'cha know- speaking for him only!), BTD's bigger sin was dispensing bad advice to the Obama campaign on an almost daily basis. If concern trolling was an art form, BTD would be Michelangelo and the 2008 Democratic primary his Sistine Chapel.

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This is a pretty lame diary, but the latest xkcd seemed apropos.  Is it an evolutionary bug in our brains that we're inclined to be dicks to people we can't see?  Or is it a feature of the internet that we let loose the flames we have to repress in real life?

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