'I heard it's like a chickpea nestled in a thimble.'

Well this wretched column is blowing up my own personal Twittersphere as we speak, and I'm sure the blowback will grow to epic and national proportions. I can already foresee the result: a PR Hack-written apology, containing the phrase "I sincerely regret..." and other such anemic prose elements.

Where to start? The knuckle-dragging sexism is obvious, as is the utter pointlessness of the column. Mr. Robinson should know that extending his own personal fantasies about women of a certain political inclination into the arena of civic affairs is utterly futile and a waste of time. Does he? Probably not. I assume he was thinking something along the lines of, "I can't wait for all the hate mail from those lefty Birckenstock-wearing dykes!"

If he's that starved for female attention, then clearly we need to re-examine the prohibition of prostitution.

But the real problem here is how obviously stupid it is to engage in this sort of petty stereotyping. You could adopt Robinson's model as presented in his column. Conversely, you could say that he's wrong and that there are only free-spirited, bra-less leftist women who are enthusiastic and adventurous lovers (ahhhhh) versus frigid Nancy Reagan types who have never once had a man go down on them.

That would be equally as absurd as what Robinson has proposed.

Or I could claim, with much evidence gathered from my partisan political days, that right-wing men are greasy, sweaty, type-A anal retentives, who crave only money and control and take great amusement from the suffering of the weak. Tell me I'm wrong. Well for one, Peter McKay, to his credit, does not seem especially greasy or sweaty. There you have it. Stereotype smashed. Sort of.

I will say this. The left-ish mantra that the personal is political has officially blown up in our faces. If differences in our personal tastes are what define us politically, it's not hard to end up with a society where we only ever socialize with those who share our exact same interests, and anyone else becomes The Other.

And humanity's record shows we're not very good at empathizing and finding common ground with The Other.

Actually, that sounds like a conservative's sad little wet dream.

UPDATED: Some movie-style blurbs on 'Right Wing Women Rock':

• "Wow. Awful." - Woman
• "Worst article ever." - Man
• "This makes me want to puke in my mouth." - Woman
• "Three thumbs down." - Man
  

Soundtrack: Against Me! Searching for a Former Clarity.