Horton Hears a Who and…
This is really awful stuff. She was a journalism major, really? Anyway, I could bring out my red copy-editing pencil and work it over, but Gawker has done it for us. Honestly, it is much worse than what Gawker noted. There is not an original thought in the piece, and the rehashed thoughts are cliché-ridden: yeah, the Boomer screwed the Pooch, her put-upon generation will have to fix it, cynicism, despair; it’s SoyBlo’s Catcher in the Rye (Bud Lite in a can? Yes.) It’s all of her usual tropes in one dull and unedited package:
Friends of mine and friends of friends of mine are all essentially dealing with the same issues and fears no matter what their backgrounds or jobs; they are worried about what kind of future we are heading into and at the same time feeling lost about how we can band together to somehow prevent the asteroid of economic debt that seems to be headed straight for us.
Friends of friends of friends… essentially the same… The future we are heading into… the asteroid of economic debt. This is the stuff of an expensive Columbia education. And this is just one sentence. She has others.
The worst job in journalism must be being her editor. The thing that frosts my cookies is that SoyBlo, a zillionaire booze heiress is occupying a spot that a real writer with real talent like Lisa Golden should have.
Insipid vomitus from a know-nothing noboby offspring of a gasbag addled old loser. I bet that circle of friends includes more than one Wallstreet type who could tell her a thing or two about credit default swaps and other fanciful capitalist inventions that have way more to do with the economic asteroid catastrophe than anything Obama ever did or didn’t do.
Nice photo of three actual “Useless Eaters” if there ever was any. Hey Kissinger, you won’t ever perish will you?
Henry the K pointing at the SyBlow V; “Is that thing loaded”?
SD, while an honest answer to Hanks inferred query would likely be “frequently,” I’ll have you know that you’ve done more damage to the wood of the world than termites ever could.
Nice that you gave some linky-love to the fabulous Ms Lisa Golden; of knowing heart and well-honed writing skill…
Oh, Ten. Thank you. You remain my favorite editor. Miss McCain’s editor could learn a lot from you.
xoxo, she DID say a bit choked up with gratitude.
So, Californistan, how many zeros were on the check that Lisa wrote? (I kid, I kid)
Hey, if you’re a trust-fund celebrity kid….who needs talent? Indeed, who needs a brain?