New York Times Columnist Admits He Should Probably Be Arrested
David Brooks is a deeply strange man with strange opinions who makes a living writing op-ed columns in the New York Times that make everyone feel uncomfortable and angry because they adopt a tone of smooth white-guy Reasonableness while advocating ideas that are completely insane.
So today, while most of the towns where media folks live were covered in snow, Brooks’s target audience—bloggers who want to write mean shit about him and his fucked-up columns—huddled under the covers with a mug of warm cocoa and had a field dayripping apart his latest opus, which is called “Weed: Been There. Done That.”(Edgy title, bro.)
The column starts out with an admission:
“For a little while in my teenage years, my friends and I smoked marijuana. It was fun. I have some fond memories of us all being silly together.”
Trying to imagine what the heck this guy would look like when he’s “silly”? Please stop. In any case, that first bit is just a lead-up to Brooks’s explanation of why his group of (presumably white, upper-middle class friends) stopped smoking pot. For one thing, they got bored of it—it was “fun, for a bit, but it was kind of repetitive,” he writes. For another, one of his buddies “became a full-on stoner,” which as Brooks describes it is a fate too awful to contemplate—“something sad happened to him as he sunk deeper into pothead life.” (I’m imagining a dude who bought a bong, a bunch of shitty Bob Marley posters, and today leads a perfectly pleasant life raising alpacas and playing in a folk-punk band. Today he occasionally talks about his old high-school friend Dave, who “would usually pay for the weed, but was kind of a dick.”)