by Locker Room contributor
Not even Frosty the Snowman can escape the wrath of bitter New York Times columnist Maureen Dowd. “If I hear “Frosty the Snowman” one more time, I’ll rip his frozen face off,” she wrote yesterday. Yes, you guessed it, Dowd is now putting Christmas on notice that it has been added to her very, very long list of things and people she hates. And, in true liberal feminist form, the ultimate blame for her emotion about her “season of doom” goes to none other than — men.
“I think it has to do with how stressed out my mom and sister would get on Christmas Day when I was little. I remember them snapping at me; they seemed tense because of all the aprons to be sashed and potatoes to be mashed. (In our traditional Irish household, women slaved and men were waited on.)
It might be exacerbated by the stress I feel when I think of all the money I’ve spent on lavishing boyfriends with presents over the years, guys who are now living with other women who are enjoying my lovingly picked out presents which I’m no doubt still paying for in credit card interest charges.”