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In her recent New York Times review of Katha Pollitt’s new book, Virginity or Death!, Ana Marie Cox calls the Nation columnist “the skunk at this Desperate Housewives watching party.” The former Wonkette paints Pollitt as Humorless Hairypits—you know, the type who thinks that women who have their pinkie toes removed to better fit into designer shoes are idiots. But anyone who’s read Pollitt’s essays, of which Virginity is a five-year collection, knows that she delivers her thoughtful, sharp-as-a-tack views on politics, human rights, sexuality, religion, and the various intersections thereof with wit and style. And you certainly can’t knock her track record for prescience: In “The Protocols of Mel Gibson,” she parses not only the anti-Semitic elements of The Passion of the Christ but also the anti-anyone-not-Catholic ones that evangelicals conveniently ignore. Yeah, Katie Couric is a big-time anchor, but what’s wrong with wanting more, Cox? Pollitt discusses and signs copies of her work at 7 p.m. at Politics and Prose, 5015 Connecticut Ave. NW. Free. (202) 364-1919. (Anne Marson)