One never knows what the Globe columnist Margaret Wente is going to write about next.
One moment she acts like our very own Marie Antoinette, lamenting the state of the modern world, and the fact that there are so many horrible young and poor people out there.
The next moment she's plagiarizing the material of others, or complaining about all her aches and pains, or why she couldn't be filthy rich like the people she most admires, and tries so pathetically to imitate.
But her latest column has to be one of her craziest.
