Gawker
For an old newspaperman, Paul Steiger was pretty open-minded about the web. The long-time managing editor of the Wall Street Journal regards blogs as a great innovation and revolutionary phenomenon allowing readers to hop-scotch across a wide variety of information. Steiger, who retired last year after easing the business paper into the hands of Rupert Murdoch, won't mind then that his third wife has put herself on display to visitors to her own blog. Nor that the revolutionary medium has allowed quests on Google for "wendy tits" and "amazing bosom" to land at the site. "I'm so sick of being admired for my keen mind and dazzling personality," writes Wendy, a jewelry designer who is 25 years Steiger's junior. "It's about time people started loving me for my body." (I'm sure he does.) After the jump, a screenshot.
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no link love for the forlorn blogger?
I'm glad I only had bourbon for breakfast, because I just threw up all over my keyboard.
Actually, Gigi is clearly trying to get away.
Wendy "Whoppers" Steiger has clearly read too many issues of Cosmo, and the perfume samples have addled her once-keen mind.
Tro-phy.
By the way, is that leopard skin in the background? Daaaaamn, Paul.
Never has the old adage "You get what you pay for" been more appropriate.
Hey, good for him, I'd love to run the WSJ then pull some beef like that.
A gratuitous cleavage shot does not an amazing bosom necessarily make.
Calling her a "jewelry designer" seems a little unfair, since at the time of her wedding announcement she was described as "a vice president and the managing editor for Web sites at Lehman Brothers, the investment bank."
On the other hand, does being associated with the WSJ automatically entitle you to a hot younger wife named Wendy? It seems to have worked out well for Rupert, too.
dear rich old media types looking for a trophy wife: I'm available, I have an amazing bosom, a keen mind, a dazzling personality AND I can cook. also? I promise when I redecorate your apartment it won't involve leopard print. call me!
@TedSez: Ah, the Wendy/Wendi connection. I had missed that!
People are googling "wendy tits"? So I thought, give "nick balls" a shot. Sure enough, it led straight to Nick Denton: [buzzfeed.com]
Frankly, the dog's bosom is more impressive.
Hey bitches! Oh, I've been waiting for this day! Gawker seems to be constantly aghast that anyone besides Gawker employees (and who can keep track of them lately?) might dare to write a somewhat snarky blog. For those of you bewildered by my resume, yes, I was at Lehman brothers for five years. I left in 2005 to start my own jewelry business. If you're bewildered by my couch cushions, I think leopard is a campy classic. Since you'll never sit on my couch, get over it. If you're generally bewildered, Paul thinks my fashion blog is hilarious. Now feel free to go to www.wendybrandes.com and do some shopping.
I think the visitor was actually a particle physicist who misspelled his query.
[wbjewelry.blogspot.com]
@the supergoddess: "I'm available, I have an amazing bosom, a keen mind, a dazzling personality AND I can cook."
I'm a young, poor media type. Want to go out this week?
@fiveinchtaint: There's a guy named Higgs out there who's all insulted.
"I don't think I should enter (Boobie Wars). No one can compete with my amazing bosom. It wouldn't be fair."
"No, you can't wear underwear with these. No, you can't enlarge this photo. Any other questions?"
She must be a stitch at dinner parties.
@nycheartbreaker: thesupergoddess at gmail - email me.
@the supergoddess: I'll sweeten that deal with the occasional tipsy three-way. Unless, Potential Media Sugar Daddy, you're super-prudey, in which case what we do while you're at the Magazine Awards is not really your business so long as we clean up after.
she has really big... teet[h]s.
@the supergoddess: Looks like Wendy's just your type! (About 7 pics down.)
@stew: "daddy, bring me home an elephant!"
@GeorgeBabbitt: gah again with the leopard! (which is a bit hypocritical of me to say, b/c I've been on a wee leopard kick but really - enough lady!)
What an ugly lamp.
Put aside the hork-tastic lil' yappy dog and tragic lamp choice, and ya gotta admit: some Web page referring searches are funny as hell.
I got one for "horny sexual mythical creature" once. "Well, kid, ya came to the right place," I said, draining my goblet of princess blood and sharpening my talons on my scaly thigh.
Gawker is terrific. We started with a bit about a jewelry designer and her great big misapprehensions about her little chest, and that (of course) inevitably led to commenters making plans to get laid. Fantastic!
(Of course, what isn't an excuse to make such plans? I, myself, just made such plans while at confession.)
Pah, I've been reading Wendy's blog for the last six months and it's brilliant and hilarious.
Google Analytics throws up all manner of funny search terms- I can't help it if stiletto-fetishisers and schoolgirl-fetishisers take the search-term route to my blog, any more than Wendy can help the odd search strings that lead people to her blog. But at least she knows the meaning of the words 'tongue in cheek'..
Leave Wendy Brandes Alone!!!!
@WendyBrandes: I have a friend who sends me the hits he gets for his almost exclusively politics blog. People have some really weird fetishes. I know it can be quite a shock.
But then I thought you might have figured this all out, and intentionally made your blog more likely to get hits by mentioning "amazing bosom" on porpoise.
So, I agree you win by not matching Gawker's jaded expectations here, but you didn't actually make me want to read your blog, either.
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