Via Hilzoy, this Ben Stein column is worth reading for its laughable cluelessness, even if schadenfreude isn't your thing. And then you realize that he's talking about actual people, not just characters on some MTV 'reality' show, and it gets more than a little sad.
And then I remember that one of Ben Stein's favorite hobbies is telling the rest of us how we ought to be living our lives, and I stop feeling sorry for him.
How did Stein end up writing in the NY Times, anyway? I stopped thinking he had anything meaningful or useful to contribute back in the Enron days when he wrote that everyday, ordinary people could solve the California energy crisis by, I kid you not, asking their pool man to turn the heater down a few degrees on the pool.