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Remembering Molly Ivins

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Zuzu and Piny have already said what needs to be said, but I just wanted to highlight this bit from her NYTimes obit:

In 1976, her writing, which she said was often fueled by “truly impressive amounts of beer,” landed her a job at The New York Times. She cut an unusual figure in The Times newsroom, wearing blue jeans, going barefoot and bringing in her dog, whose name was an expletive.

Raise Hell, Molly.

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  2. I guess the dog’s name was “Shit”.

    Which is just great. Because then you’d be able to drop things like “Well, the other day my dog, Shit, was sitting on the porch…”

    Give people a real WTF. I’m so disappointed I didn’t follow her more, and have a book of hers on my to-read list in memoriam.

  3. She was eventally fired for (as she put it): “describing a community chicken-killing festival as ‘a gang-pluck’.”

    She did get to write Elvis’ obituary:

    Elvis, you recall, died untimely. The Times was not prepared. A sort of grave, stately Timesian panic ensued. The paper has music critics by the note-load: classical, opera, modern, jazz, even rock. But it just wasn’t the kind of paper where Elvis fans worked. Except for me. They knew I was one ’cause I have this funny accent.

  6. I guess the dog’s name was “Shit”.

    It’s one of my favorite essays in Molly Ivins Can’t Say That, Can She?

    The dog’s true, full name was Shitface, because it was so klutzy that it tripped over linoleum. But, as with all pet owners, the name was quickly shortened to a single syllable.

    Pick up the book if you want to find out how Shit tied up midtown Manhattan traffic all by herself one fine day while Molly was living in New York.

  7. I wonder if she ever called Shit “Beep” or “Expletive Deleted” or “Censored” or anything like that as a joke.

    When I heard that Pink’s dog (I think it’s Pink’s) is named Fucker, I wished I had thought of that for one of my cats. He’s always humping something. “Fucker, quit humping my laundry!”

  8. I always figured/hoped Molly Ivins was at least part of the inspiration for Spider Jerusalem.

    Give God a kick in the ass for us, Molly. Remind that bastard what he’s supposed to be doing.

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