Sunday morning roundup

My head may explode. SP does not make "an interesting point." Feminists are not telling young women that they're incapable of doing a lot with their lives; anti-choicers are telling them they're incapable of making life decisions for themselves. Did I miss something? When did choice become about convincing women that working motherhood is too difficult? Isn't it about maintaining control over their, our reproductive choices?

Al Kamen makes an argument for a shorter election cycle. Milbank on tea in Maine.

Jonathan Alter's "Year One" gets a glowing review from the Post; apparently, it's nuanced and offers unique insights into the contradictions inherent in governing.

For the first time in the history of parent/non-parent culture clash stories, I agree with some of these parents. No one's child should be attacked by a dog; parents shouldn't have to keep their kids enclosed in designated spaces. The parents who think they're entitled to block every passageway, everywhere with their stroller, however, need to get over themselves. Some even think we need more mothers on the Supreme Court. Oh, and, by the way, baby names are getting more pretentious.

Speaking of culture wars and people who need to get over themselves, don't get me started on bike-hating drivers. Get. over. it. One of these--a friend of mine--can't stand it when cyclists don't wait at red lights. Well, here's why it doesn't matter.

Frank Rich on the rentboy saga and more. An excerpt:

His only mistake, he told the magazine Christianity Today, was to hire a “travel assistant” without proper vetting. Their travels were not in vain. The good minister expressed gratitude that his rent boy “did let me share the gospel of Jesus Christ with him with many Scriptures in three extended conversations.”

Maureen Dowd on the inane discourse on Elena Kagan's sexuality:

She went to Harvard, not Smith. It’s Elena, not Ellen. She barely drives, much less a Subaru. She’s never been spotted at Home Depot or the Meow Mix bar. And she doesn’t have Ani DiFranco on her iPod.

and

Elena dated some of Eliot Spitzer’s friends at Princeton because her real ambition was to be “The Good Wife.” But now she’s ready to settle for being The Supreme Justice.

Elena is anything but a history-making, barrier-breaking, proud, strong, happy gay woman. She’s a garden-variety, sad, scary, single, childless career woman who can’t get a man because she’s too smart, works too much and refuses to settle.

These "Googlenopes" in response to last week's Style invitational are hilarious. Also: more funny signs abroad.