Remember when a micro-violin had to be specially made and tuned to assuage Washington Post columnist Richard Coen's anxiety about how James Bond's screen evolution from slack-limbed inebriate to P90X infomercial model meant that cantankerous old lechers like Richard Coen might no longer be able to impress attractive young women with their personal VHS movie collections, leather-bound volumes of Chaucer, and tales of drinking too much port wine and falling asleep on the Orient Express? Well, it totally happened and it totally made Richard Coen the most risible columnist of November, something you might think would stop other male columnists from making the exact same argument.
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