Maureen Bridgid Dowd (/daʊd/; born January 14, 1952) is an American columnist for The New York Times, and an author.
As blue chips turn into penny stocks, Wall Street seems less like a symbol of America's macho capitalism and more like that famous Jane Austen character Mrs. Bennet, a flibbertigibbet always anxious about getting richer and her 'poor nerves. '
It is an astonishing thing that historians will look back and puzzle over, that in the 21st century, American women were such hunted creatures. Even as Republicans try to wrestle women into chastity belts, the Vatican is trying to muzzle American nuns.
And as far as doing God's work, I think the bankers who took government money and then gave out obscene bonuses are the same self-interested sorts Jesus threw out of the temple.
It takes a lot of adrenaline and fear to make me actually write.
Journalism, spooked by rumors of its own obsolescence, has stopped believing in itself. Groans of doom alternate with panicked happy talk.
Wooing the press is an exercise roughly akin to picnicking with a tiger. You might enjoy the meal, but the tiger always eats last.
[On journalists:] We are a noisy, imperfect lot, struggling to scribble what has been called the first draft of history.
The sounds of silence are a dim recollection now, like mystery, privacy and paying attention to one thing — or one person — at a time.
I think the evangelicals think they're in a holy war now.
As a woman, I know that if I write about another woman, it will be perceived as a catfight.
For two centuries, the South has feared a takeover by blacks or the feds. In Obama, they have both.
Since Hillary Clinton is the first time we've had a woman who was a serious contender for president, it's been an adjustment to watch her more changeable looks, and to see the lengths she goes to get the right lighting and to make the right wardrobe choices. Her campaign is devising strategies to humanize her and make her seem more warm and maternal.
I find having a column a very difficult form of journalism. I'm not a natural like Tom Friedman and Anna Quindlen.
The idea of American exceptionalism doesn't extend to Americans being exceptional.
Yet it's true that looks matter in politics. . . It is also true that perfecting the outer shell has become an obsession in this country. . . Mitt Romney, Barack Obama and John Edwards almost always look good, and pretty much the same, in dark suits or casual wear. Fred Thompson always looks crepuscular and droopy. Often Hillary Clinton looks great, and sometimes she looks tired, heavier or puffier.
Just because digital technology makes connecting possible doesn't mean you're actually reaching people.
I think Hillary Clinton's a very clever politician but she would be too easy to stereotype the way John Kerry was.
It is men's worst fear, personally and professionally, that women will pin the sin on them.
Military guys are rarely as smart as they think they are, and they've never gotten over the fact that civilians run the military.
The minute you settle for less than you deserve, you get even less than you settled for.