Daphne Merkin, sister of the Ezra Merkin, used to be the controversial one of the Merkin kids, some would say the black sheep of the family, because she wrote embarrassing articles about her personal obsessions.
Well, after the turbulent revelations of the past two months regarding her little brother Ezra's involvement in the biggest financial scandal of all time -- as a primary funnel of funds for the the Bernie Madoff ponzi scheme -- it turns out that Daphne now is in fact the white sheep of the Merkin family.
Her benign imaginary references to Hitler, vaginas and spanking, now seem much less toxic to the family, and her community, than her sibling's more insidious imaginary references to his split-strike conversion investment strategy, calls, puts and collars.
But seriously folks, we do like MSNBC's news professional Rachel Maddow, the subject of Daphne's essay in the Style section of this week's Times.
We remember watching her the evening that she filled in for the first time as TV anchor for Keith Olbermann, another of our favorites. Boy, was she ever visibly nervous that night.
Together with Keith, these two liberal news stars have contributed significantly to my viewing pleasure and erudition, and more significantly, may have helped the election efforts of Barack Obama and the return to liberal democratic leadership in our country.
Back to the article. Now that Daphne may actually have to worry about her income, her showing an interest in "lesbian chic" is not a bad idea. Look at how far lesbian chic got Howard Stern! He built his whole multi-million dollar career on silly parodies like the, "Lesbian Dating Game."
Here's Daphne's article kick-off:
Butch Fatale. LESBIAN GLAMOUR STEPS OUT OF THE CLOSET. DAPHNE MERKIN APPLAUDS.
In the ongoing dance of the sexes, women who remain partnerless are referred to as ‘‘wallflowers’’ while unpartnered men are simply that — not yet taken. The former become invisible; the latter become ever more conspicuously valuable. In the sense that lesbianism might be said to mirror the condition of straight women raised to an exponential power of God knows what, their minor status in gay culture reflects the secondary status of straight women in the culture at large. For in truth, until fairly recently, lesbians have been the wallflowers at the homosexual dance, waiting to get their share of recognition. Outside the elaborate and empowering confines of ‘‘queer theory,’’ some much-publicized celebrity comings-out (Ellen DeGeneres, Rosie O’Donnell) and the birth of the acronym LUG (lesbian until graduation), they have been largely overlooked, unsung Girls in the Band. ‘‘I don’t think that much about lesbianism,’’ says a young gay male friend of mine, unwittingly stating the problem in a nutshell. ‘‘No one thinks that much about lesbianism. Who cares?’’ ...yada, yada...