I perceive that Airhead Ahab is still at it. Scott Lemieux has all the squalid details and does the work of pointing out just how exactly Althouse is wildly wrong this time around -- which is a noble enterprise, but also, in a sense, futile. Pointing out to Althouse why she's wrong on the facts is like telling Tom Cruise he comes across as a tad glib on the subject of psychiatry.
This all springs from Althouse's obnoxious assertion that Jessica from Feministing was deliberately drawing attention to her breasts at the blogger/Clinton meeting, and that this is a betrayal of feminism because Bill Clinton is a sexual predator and he was standing right there behind her. The photo from which Sherlock Althouse draws all these remarkable deductions is here. And no, it doesn't provide any sort of proof of Jessica's motivations, personality, or ideas, or anything. Hell, having been fooled by photographs before, and never having met her, I wouldn't even say it provides definitive proof of what she "really" looks like.
So, yeah, Althouse is just making shit up, and trying to compensate for her utter lack of factual support for her position by posturing, attacking, whining, finger-pointing, and pretending she's a latter day Ste. Joan d'Feminisme. (The evidence for Clinton as a perpetrator of sexual harrassment is also pretty poor -- which is not to defend his conduct, but to just state the facts.) In other words, your standard Althouse performance art piece.
And this is what really infuriates me about Althouse. I just can't stand the dishonesty, particularly coupled with the cruelty. Althouse essentially called Jessica a dirty little slut, parading her breasts around in front of a dirty old man, selling out all her professed ideals like a skanky hypocrite. And these charges are based on what? Althouse's personal interpretation of a photograph, not on any certain knowledge.
This sort of shit makes me absolutely nuts. Has for a long time, too. And not even this sort of Althousian fortune cookie, as delightfully asinine and bong-smoky as it is, is enough to make me change my mind about her:
Ah, hey, I can daydream again! I'm picturing a slugfest consisting not of brutish humans punching each other, but slugs having a nice party.
Happy slugs and puerile character assassination, that's our Althouse.