The New York Times employs a babbling South Park character named Lindsay Crouse

Her nonstop lying, hypocrisy, narcissism, and grave insecurity exemplify the tone of a newspaper no one interested in reality should read

Googling “Lindsay Crouse” produces results that fall into three discrete categories. One set relates to a Hollywood actress, the second includes word-amalgamations and Twitter output from a New York Times employee of the same name, and the third is a batch of articles from a single source describing how bad the second Crouse’s work is.

Because the Lindsay Crouse nominally working as a journalist and her supervisors have refused to acknowledge direct questions about her dishonesty e-mailed to them over six months ago, I’ll just keep turning out pieces that slant those Google results away from Crouse’s fantasies and toward the reality that she is a sick motherfucker who will say whatever is necessary to look good to a carefully curated audience. She is a chittering waterhead who had no business getting into Harvard University even allowing for the miles-wide academic leeway granted to dumb kids from legacy families, and like most stupid but wealth-protected nimrods, she has kept her job despite being not only a talentless hack even when she appears to be trying, but a shameless, artless liar.

It cannot have escaped the people who truly care about the concept of social justice that the biggest beneficiaries of next-level Wokism—the genesis of which can be placed roughly at the time of George Floyd’s murder in May 2020—are affluent white women. These are Twitter addicts who began enjoying the thrill of life-cancellation powers or simply the rush of collective screaming thanks to #MeToo and #BelieveWomen, and were granted a seat on the Wokism train thanks to having a common enemies with the movement’s PoC and self-misgendering classes: White men and extreme self-loathing, the second almost entirely blamed on the first. No thinking black person would see Robin DiAngelo getting rich by holding white-guilt seminars for rich white Connecticut housewives and conclude that any of this was about the greater good. Not even for white people. Wokism is a destructive societal scrum and a cash grab for people who already have plenty.

Crouse is going on lately about Title IX and how women’s sports need to be protected. That’s because of a calendar anniversary. Not so long ago, Crouse was banging the drum for transwomen (males) to be permitted to compete as women, but lately she’s insisting that men shouldn’t even have a role in administration of women’s sports.

If you want to see exactly how Crouse sees herself—and really, her shitty self-image should be many times worse than it already is, given that she has no visible positive traits whatsoever—watch this pathetic video and replace every “we” or reference to how some external “they” are feeling with “I.”

This is just Lindsay Crouse rambling on about the many things wrong with her cognitive processes and emotional management and inviting everyone to be as much of a warbling fuckup as she is. If the God she mentions in the video were to clobber her over the head with unmitigated insight, the first thing Crouse would do is stop yabbering about the value of quitting things and quit every single thing she how habitually does. She tells others how cool it feels to do things like stop working and get divorces and dump social-media accounts, and yet here she is, married as of last year, still flapping her cherub-zombie face at whoever is ignorant enough to host her as an expert in running or women’s empowerment, still posting away on Twitter and Instagram, still “working” at the New York Times.

It’s almost impossible to imagine a character as unflattering to herself and the mass-media sector than the unfortunately extant Lindsay Crouse.

This and other Crousisms, plus the similar garbage churned out by other “My personal unattractiveness is men’s fault!” harpies and self-misgenderers in fitness publications, why I so deeply detest Wokism and its plethora and moaning, body-neurotic, white bimbos of privilege. It’s one thing to simply have a country where poor people wind up with less. It’s another to create a movement ostensibly organized around achieving that goal and hijacking its precepts for personal gain, and lying your filthy twat off to get those gains. And if society is obligated to host a stubborn and broken burden of well-off sociopaths who do want to behave like this, they certainly shouldn’t get to do it in any mainstream media outlet and especially one with as large a reach as the NYT.

I don’t have a fixation on Lindsay Crouse, who is easily more boring than the most uninteresting human being my unaided imagination could conjure. I do, however, have the aim of seeing anyone who writes the things she does—and who has been an oft-referenced and frequently interviewed object of admiration within the running community (though I think that has diminished since I started my “reviews”)—be punished for her deviance. This should take the form of the NYT shitcanning her, but I’d be satisfied to see her forced to acknowledge that she completely made up a comeback story that the usual uncritical fist-fuckers in the running media immediately circulated.

There was a time when people who told widely circulated lies about their own running would have been absolutely lit up on the Letsrun.com message board and elsewhere. Now, anyone who calls out liars in instead branded a hater based solely on the sex and ethnic characteristics of the accuser and the accused, and the critic is the one treated like a pariah. It’s insane, and it shows what a remarkably shitty human being Crouse is for knowingly capitalizing it. And I heard she’s pregnant, which means that I can conclude, without knowing anything about who or what the father is, that another animated glop of entitled stupidity will be scampering around Manhattan soon, probably checking to see how fat its ass is in storefront mirrors starting at the age of five. (Until Wokism, I never realized how many parents, most of them people around my age, obviously failed to beat their kids often or hard enough, and confined their play entirely to subdivisions filled with other high earners and soft punishments. I don’t know what else explains the amazing inability of an entire cohort of so-called liberals to tolerate any criticism, however clearly deserved.)