Author and activist Susan Sontag bit the big one this morning. Poor Thigh Master was so distraught he fought through his ganja induced haze to write me an email pleading for some sort of eulogy and for me to say something about how much he loved her dishwashers. And correct he was to put in such a request because it is due to Ms. Sontag that we have all developed a taste for something like our dear thighswideshut. You see, as if she was planning for the arrival of the Thigh Master some fifteen years later, she introduced the concept of "so bad its good" in 1964. Without her we would have no term to describe the brilliance of Caddyshack 2. It's all "camp" baby.
Sadly she tainted her later years with idiotic tirades about how we belittled the 9/11 hijackers and how their gripes with the US justified their actions. But today since we are celebrating her life, well just knock that last one up to senility.
So the question that remains is; are we better off in a world with one less fundamentalist intellectual? Only time will tell.