Maybe its because I have never attended an actual dinner party, but I have no clue what David Brooks is talking about.
He precipitates calamities like this paragraph:
It is only now that the dinner party lion emerges to stake his claim to greatness. While others quiver with pre-election anxiety, their mood rising and collapsing with the merest flicker of the polls, he alone radiates certainty. He alone can read the internals, cross-tabs and trends, can parse Gallup and Zogby and emerge with clear answers. He alone can captivate a gathering, while men hang eagerly on his words and women undress him with their eyes.
Who? What? Where? If your standard issue northeastern liberal type had written such as above I could at least write them off as stereotypically elitist.
Maybe Mr. Brooks is staking his claim to a small plot far from planet Reality-Based Community?
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