Dear Sally: You Stink

The Post’s Tim Page lays the smackdown on Sally Quinn for her letter to Laura Bush. From the Post’s internal critique board:

    Sally Quinn’s column was an embarrassment, charged with all the import and relevance of the latest installment of Classic Peanuts. I’ve rather enjoyed Quinn’s occasional anthropological recountings of boozy nights in Olde Georgetown — back when men were Men and smoked cigars while The Ladies nattered downstairs — but when she takes it upon herself to be Consiglieri to the Stars (whether Gary Condit or Laura Bush) she comes across as nothing more than a Super Nanny — from Pluto, or Phoenecia, or anyplace other than real-life Washington D.C., as it exists in the year 2006.