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announcements
New York Founding Editor Clay Felker To Be Memorialized This Evening
You're invited, space permitting, to a memorial service this evening for the beloved New York magazine founding editor Clay Felker. It's at the New York Society for Ethical Culture and starts at six. Tom Wolfe, Gloria Steinem and Lesley Stahl will pay tribute to the man who taught a city to talk about itself at a celebration organized by New York and Gail Sheehy, the writer and widow of the late editor. Felker's legacy, which Wolfe in July described as nothing less than the restoration of vitality to a bloodless, disconnected New York media, is also honored less directly today in New York's excellent issue on the Great Shakeout. -
week in review
The Week of 1,000 Whores
- Announcement: Author, former Page Six-er, Gawker gadfly, and noted fighter (just like Hillary!) Ian Spiegelman will be taking on Gawker's weekend shift, starting tomorrow. It should be a trip.
- New York's brand-new governor David Paterson, the first black and blind man to attain that position, revealed that New York will not give up the scandal crown. New York City continued to fall apart.
- As everyone attempted to cash in on the high-priced call girl who took down our previous governor (and who may or may not be Scott Storch), a large financial institution sort of collapsed, despite the best efforts of mad man Jim Cramer. Bear Stearns was now worth the amount your grandmother puts in your birthday card, more or less. Their website, though, survived, unlike Page Six's. Black Monday! Black every goddamn day this week, despite incidents of unforgivable whiteness.
- Charlize Theron does not watch The Hills, she says, but we do.
- Related: David Letterman used the word "frenemy", so maybe there is some hope for this crazy old world, after all.
- New York continued to look quite pretty, even the bits weighed down with oppresive symbolism, though the fictional version is, these days, more inspiring.
- Charlie Rose and Anderson Cooper did not get into a fight, though Cooper, who is looking fine, did play "footy" with David Beckham (on THE PITCH).
- Did we mention white people? So did Barack Obama. You might've heard something! We opined, they opined, and one man leapt across three sets of subway tracks to save another man's life.
- Obsessions, this week: Malcom Gladwell's storytelling, Parker Posey's devil dog, and Sebastian Horsley, the memoirist of 1,000 whores.
- Gossip is dead! So is the Internet, which died so young. All that's left is commenting and commenting about commenting and sometimes not commenting.
- America's Vaginas are Sad / Our Penises Broken.
- Announcement: Author, former Page Six-er, Gawker gadfly, and noted fighter (just like Hillary!) Ian Spiegelman will be taking on Gawker's weekend shift, starting tomorrow. It should be a trip.
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Big Fat Italian Wedding
James Gandolfini is now engaged to longtime goomar Deborah Lin. No word yet on when they'll be rattling the windows and tearing the house down in preparation for their separation.
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promotions
'Times' PR Queen Catherine Mathis Promoted, Will Now Take Over World
Guess what? New York Times flack Catherine Mathis was totally promoted today! According to a Times press release, the company has made Mathis a senior vice president of corporate communications; she was a lowly old vice president just yesterday! "Catherine is the consummate communications professional. She has a deep understanding of our business and, under her leadership, we have taken a smart, strategic approach to media and investor relations," NYTCo chair Janet Robinson says in the release. We can't really argue with that, seeing as how the release also announces a promotion for the paper's general counsel, but just breezes through his CV. Now that's owning the story. More » -
jobs
Gawker.com Is Hiring
Blogs such as Gawker won't be running 5,000-word-long features any time soon, nor giving writers weeks to investigate. But the web—other blogs, search engines and social network sites—increasingly rewards original items. So we're looking for an additional reporter for the team.
At its most basic, the reporting may at times be little more than value-added blogging: a story in the news, put in context with a quick Nexis search, and deconstructed. At its most elevated, the new Gawker hire may experiment with a new form of reporting, unique to online, in which ideas are floated, appeals made to the readers, and the story assembled over the course of several items, from speculation, and tips from users. Here's the kind of person suited to the position. More »
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exit music
See You At Shark Bar
Mark Twain once suggested that we rejoice at a birth and weep at a funeral because we are not the person involved, and that, along with the cartoon you see here, is about as close to my philosophy of life as you're ever gonna get. So guess what? I'm kind of shockingly sad to be leaving Gawker. There will be tears. Who would have thought? More » -
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announcements
Please Welcome Alex Pareene
22-year-old N.Y.U. dropout Alex Pareene has been forced to live in Washington, D.C. for more than a year now. He took over at Wonkette in January, 2006. That is sad, because D.C. is no place for the young. (Except for the getting robbed. That's good for kids.) I have rectified this situation. As Alex Balk leaves us, although he may be irreplaceable, at least a new Alex shall rise. He starts Monday after next, and will be back in New York as soon as he and his girlfriend (I know, right?) can work that out. It's not like we pay relocation costs or anything. I'm sure they'll find an apartment somewhere Rockaways-adjacent! -
announcements
Hiya From The New Associate Editor
So what the hell happened here last week? A girl can't take a couple weeks off between jobs without all hell breaking loose? And I was so looking forward to tormenting my soon-to-be-former coworker Alex Balk on a daily basis. Moment of silence for The Cock, people. So I'm Maggie, and I'll be your Associate Editor (and apparently Gawker's token Gentile) for the remainder of the flight. As previously mentioned, I sold out to the man for a few years and spent some time shilling for the Village Voice and the New York Sun, but regular paychecks and solid benefits get old fast. Happy to be here. Let the wild rumpus begin! -
announcements
Alex Balk To Radar
Alex Balk, the man who drunkenly typed his way through a thousand angry posts on the deficiencies of Radar, has done the unthinkable. He's leaving Gawker to become the executive editor of Radar.com. Do you know what this means? It means he was right about every single thing he said. We claim victory. All sort-of kidding aside, what can we say? We love him and we'll miss him terribly; it's sick. We are taking his fingernails now to clone him. And his last two weeks here should be a wild ride. -
announcements
Please Welcome Maggie Shnayerson
A new addition to the gang here will begin work on September 24th. Her name is Maggie Shnayerson, and she has been employed most recently as the PR chick at the Village Voice. (Her official title: publicity director.) Prior to that, she's reported for the Sun, freelanced here and did some stringing there, was an editorial intern at Time and was an editor at The Dartmouth. We were most impressed with Maggie when dealing with her on stories about the Voice: She was a complete hardass. Kind of a bitch, in fact! But a superfun bitch. This is a prime requirement for working here. I also liked that she has experience with how the business side of media things are run—and also a great ear for how PR spin is propagated. What else? She likes a stiff drink, which is key. Also she attended Brearley. Heh. We're so pleased to welcome her back to the other side.
















