Graydon Carter: Libertarian Chic

I know, the shrill preachiness of Ayn Rand gave them a bad name. A geeky name. But now, several decades after the fact, Graydon Carter, arbiter of DC-LA urbane, the "daddio of cool" (sorry, Tina) is here to resurrect our favorite third party from obscurity. Atlas be Shrugged: La Graydon is a Libertarian! Get Carter.

And here I always thought of Libertarians as your prototypical milk dud munching, pocket protector wearing, Cato Institute joining, economics majoring Ludwid Von Mises quote machines. Noooo: that image is so Night of January the 16th; the new libertarian is John Gault with Saville Row suits and an architectonic haircut; de groovy. The new libertarian edits a Conde Nast glossy. Hey, even businessmen need a defender.

While We the Living go on with our silly Anthems about smokers rights and the rightness of the war in Iraq, capitalist libertines everywhere can cheer, because Graydon Carter, The Voice of Reason, is looking out for captains of industry and Hollywood stars from the Editor's Letter page at VF. Basta!

(PS: You know we only kid you, Graydon, because we are fond of you)