OH NO, NOT FRIEDMAN AGAIN! We women have all been to those parties, right? Those social gatherings, usually at someone's home or backyard where the obligatory husband/boyfriend/flavor of the month that we all want to avoid comes. He knows you're into social issues or politics or whatever so you are too polite to just tell him he's a moron so you listen. You listen to him drone on and on. You nod while you look for a polite out. Usually grabbing your children, making for the powder room, anything to shake him off. When you see him you or the female nearest you leans in and says "Oh no, there's Tom again! What does she see in him?" (knowing look) and then you look for the nearest way to distance yourself from the guy. Considering Tom Friedman works for the antisemitic pooper-scooper, birdcage lining, "all the news that fits we print" New York Times I guess he's got the goods on someone there because he's such an idiot. He doesn't re...