Just for the record, this Coulterism is classic Malkin Award material:
My pretty-girl allies stick out like a sore thumb amongst the corn-fed, no make-up, natural fiber, no-bra needing, sandal-wearing, hirsute, somewhat fragrant hippie chick pie wagons they call ‘women’ at the Democratic National Convention.
Cliched? Check. Playground insults? Check. No originality? Check. Assumption of reader agreement? Check. But as I said, too easy.
The Dish 