The Susan Sontag of the Entertainment Weekly set…
From self-promoting social critic Camille Paglia:
But to ask for powers of scientific or sociological analysis from the preening parrots currently infesting American media is a pointless exercise. The time is long gone when American broadcasting could draw on the talents of foreign correspondents who honed their skills during the Second World War. Edward R Murrow, Eric Sevareid, Howard K Smith, and Walter Cronkite had a gravitas and stoic deliberativeness that seem a million miles away from the flirty smirkiness of the airheaded moppets and gym-sculpted pretty boys who now harangue us from the TV screen.
In the same column, Camille gives an example of “sociological analysis” Paglia-Style:
The Hollywood triangle of Brad Pitt, Jennifer Aniston and Angelina Jolie has swamped magazine covers in the US for months. I’ve been rooting for the tempestuous Jolie just as, in high school, I applauded that brunette vixen, Elizabeth Taylor, for snatching Eddie Fisher away from the saccharine Debbie Reynolds. Of course, Fisher proved too bland a morsel, and Liz moved on to abort the theatre career of Richard Burton.
The quirky, dryly humorous Aniston, with her urban air of suppressed neurosis, is no match for a tigress like Jolie, who has the pneumatic figure and aggressive athleticism of the superheroine she was born to play, Lara Croft. What do Jolie’s strange vitality and mysticism owe to her Iroquois ancestry?
“Flirty”? or “smirky”?