Andrew Sullivan has found the perfect summation of my rational for not spending any time what so ever with pinkos.
I got to know long-time personal piĆ±atas and found that they were ā can you believe it? ā human beings, often perfectly nice human beings with perfectly nice families. Even worse, the first words out of their mouths were sometimes, āI admire your workā ā and once an author hears that, his estimation of the person voicing this pleasing judgment immediately rises. (She thinks Iām good, therefore she must be good.) At that moment your inventory of ready-made-always-available-in-a-pinch targets would be diminished by one, and since the list is never really that long, the loss of one would be serious. Of course, it might be the case that the person you have learned to dislike in print is even more dislikable in the flesh (oh happy day!), but you canāt count on that and so it is better, all things considered, not to take any chances.