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.