It didn't take long for many writers who veer towards the "right wing" of the political spectrum to formulate their consensus response to Herman Cain's still-vague history of alleged sexual harassment, and sexual harassment claims in general: Lighten up, sweetheart! But few have had the guts to put it in such brazen terms as crabby old paleocon John Derbyshire, of the National Review. Let us celebrate "Derb" on his momentous day of social commentary.
Until today, Derbyshire's greatest comment on the subject of Ladies would have to be the legendary "Salad Days" post of 2005, in which he explained why he wouldn't look at the latest skimpy Jennifer Aniston photos:
It is, in fact, a sad truth about human life that beyond our salad days, very few of us are interesting to look at in the buff. Added to that sadness is the very unfair truth that a woman's salad days are shorter than a man's - really, in this precise context, only from about 15 to 20.
He just shares one bold truth after another. Few would have the guts to deliver a lecture to a group of African-American law students at an Ivy League university about the natural intellectual inferiority of African-Americans, as Derbyshire did last year:
We see the same differences in traits that we don't think of as directly physical, what evolutionary psychologists sometimes refer to as the "BIP" traits - behavior, intelligence, and personality. Two of the hardest-to-ignore manifestations here are the extraordinary differentials in criminality between white Americans and African Americans, and the persistent gaps in scores when tests of cognitive ability are given to large population samples.
Is there anyone who thinks sexual harassment is a real thing? Is there anyone who doesn't know it's all a lawyers' ramp, like "racial discrimination"? You pay a girl a compliment nowadays, she runs off and gets lawyered up. Is this any way to live?
That... that is just some shit-hot writing, there. The man is a pure genius, with many salad days ahead of him.