Because people you don't know -- Ann Althouse, in this case -- insult you for no particular reason except that you happen to find Dahlia Lithwick's Sotomayor-related poetry highly amusing, and they don't. But nice to meet you, Ann. I actually take your side in the men-in-shorts debate, for what it's worth. But now with less enthusiasm.
If life is a series of infinite possibilities, what does it mean to be alive?