This past week, there have been all sorts of tributes to Molly Ivins, who passed away after a long series of bouts with cancer. And while most of those tributes have been sincere and all, I'm not sure any of them really got to the heart of the Molly Ivins thing like Dahlia Lithwick's piece in Slate did. I guess it takes a smart, funny chick to properly eulogize another. (No offense, Paul Krugman.)
Of course, any tribute is better than the one Ms. Ivins got on a wacko-conservative message board that I like to read as a guilty amusement. Posters there made references to her rotting in hell with Ann Richards, and--my personal favorite--to the idea that if Molly Ivins had been "born beautiful," she would never have become an incisive writer and caused so much trouble.
Maybe that's true. Maybe with the right face and the right body, she would have developed a different kind of Texas woman's armor. But she wasn't the cheerleader type, and so we have her mourned well by another woman who "gets it."
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