<![CDATA[Gawker: cautionary tales]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: cautionary tales]]> http://gawker.com/tag/cautionarytales http://gawker.com/tag/cautionarytales <![CDATA[Google Billionaire's Wife Sat On Jezebel Editor's Couch And Jezebel Editor Was Too Drunk To Notice]]> No doubt this post will inspire grief because it breaks an unspoken rule: speak no ill of a former Jezebel writer. But it is a good yarn — well, more to the point, it is NOT — and it speaks to one of the reasons Jezebel will improve so greatly under the corporate embrace of Conde Nast. Read on, and pity the fool. A photo recently surfaced of Lucy Southworth in college. You should know who Lucy Southworth is, but lest you don't: she is married to Google co-founder Larry Page, who is a billionaire many times over who is not headed to jail. A closer inspection on the part of Jezebel editor Maureen Tkacik revealed that the photo depicted the radiant Ms. Southworth sitting in Ms. Tkacik's house with three of Ms. Tkacik's closest college friends, one of whom she had actually reportedly given a blow job on one occasion. Today, Ms. Southworth is engaged to one of the most powerful men on earth.

Another of the friends in the picture is a high-powered producer for a top television network who owns a Brooklyn condominium, another is in law school, and the last is independently wealthy. And where is Maureen Tkacik? Why, living in a tiny fifth floor rental apartment with the selfsame roommate — and, we hear, the selfsame Judas Priest photo —with whom she lived in the picture, which was taken ten years ago; a cautionary tale in downward mobility if there ever was one. She doesn't so much as recall meeting the future billionaire, and why would she? Her most salient memory from the house in which Ms. Southworth was photographed is being rushed to the hospital for alcohol poisoning.

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Ms. Southworth is not alone; Ms. Tkacik crossed paths in school with numerous other individuals who proceeded to achieve things in life: Donald Trump Jr., one half of the screenwriting/production duo behind the Harold & Kumar films, New York Observer reporter Doree Shafrir. In fact, her entire life might be considered a case study in how not to climb the social ladder, and, the photo below, wherein she sits next to Kretchmar and her present roommate, goes much of the way to revealing why: that ensemble.

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<![CDATA[Oops, I Let My Media Diet Become Media Anorexia!]]> Today's Thursday Styles section has that profile of Ivanka Trump, who apparently likes looking at herself in the mirror. But that's all I know about that, because not only do I refuse to read any of the words in that part of the newspaper, it's like I actually physically cannot! I can't and haven't read any part of the Times except the front page, any other newspaper, or any magazine for more than a week now. I haven't read any blogs, including this one, either! It's a real problem, or it would be, if my last day at this website wasn't Monday. Anyway, instead of writing little jabby synopses of things and trends and people in the news for the next few days, I have no choice but to just tell you about the books I read and thoughts I had while I was on vacation. It'll be like the time I mused about how we should all stop hating and start focusing our energy and we would all own Park Slope brownstones someday—except less delusional.

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<![CDATA[Michael Cera Must Not Become The Next Zach Braff]]> The date: November 4, 2007
The place: Greenwich Ave between 13th and Jane
Sighted: This adorable Michael Cera walking down Greenwich Ave... wearing a somewhat geeky dark-green wool toggle coat. Taller than I expected, slim.....my 41-year-old ass wanted to tackle him to ground and give him a raspberry. Oh yeah, he was with some guy, taller, probably older, but who cares.

Assuming this lady means raspberry in a sexual kind of way and not in a making-fart-sounds-on-a-baby kind of way, this is one of several sightings we've received lately from women admiring the adorably awkward smoothness of one Michael Cera.

Ever since he got fake-fired from "Knocked Up" and starred in "Superbad," , Mr. Manager has been getting lots of attention.

And while he is certainly hysterical and seems like a very nice kid (born 1988!), something in the profile pieces and the female adoration for being an ordinary-looking, slightly-geeky guy is triggering an ugly, big-lipped, abyss-screaming pang of Braffian déjà vu. And since we adore him, and every relationship we have with an actor is only ever one date with a Simpson sister away from being broken beyond repair, let's look at some proactive steps Michael Cera can take to avoid becoming the next Zach Braff.

1.) Don't date anyone famous or blonde. Some cursory Google-stalking of Michael Cera indicates he is currently dating a stand-up comic named Charlyne Yi. Perfect. Let's just hope with the growing attention he doesn't lose his head. It's a slippery slope people. The kid has too many beers one night, his friends convince him they should see what this Le Deux is all about, just to make fun of the people there of course, and BAM. We lose him forever.

2.) Stop blogging. This is okay now because it's for his web series "Clark and Michael," which is actually funny. However, what if he starts using blogs to talk politics or respond to things the media says about him? It could get dicey. It's better to end it before it starts. It could end up on HuffPo! Ack!

3.) Stop being in a band. Again, all reports are that the band is good, but we're talking preemption here. If you have a family history of breast cancer sometimes you need to lop that boob off early to save your life. It's common sense.

Is all this just a pessimistic attitude shaped by a world in which Promises mean nothing and Carrot Top gets laid? Maybe. But whatever. With the paparazzi on his tail and his growing appearance on those "hot" lists, we happily make the case that it's never too early to take action.

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<![CDATA[Michael Wolff And Newser: No Contract, No NDA]]> michael_wolff-thumbLast night Graydon Carter's Waverly Inn was host to a party for Napeolonic media mufti Michael Wolff and former New York mag honcho Caroline Miller's new project Newser, the web 1.0 news aggregator. Ten years ago, Michael Wolff wrote Burn Rate; it chronicled the spectacular failure of his first web venture, NetGuide. Along the way, Wolff seriously burned his backer Alan Patricof and nearly everybody else he worked with. So when if Newser fails, will there be a Burn Rate II?

Michael Wolff was talking to lefty media blogger Rory O'Connor at the bar.

We asked him if he'd been asked to sign a non-disclosure agreement for Newser.

He laughed. "Never! No NDAs, never," he said. "That's the rule of the road."

So there might very well be a tell-all in his future. Rory laughed and said, "It's inevitable!"

Wolff agreed: "Inevitable."

"It could be called, "I can't believe those idiots gave me money to do it all again!" Rory said.

We asked Wolff about the algorithm that is Newser's kind of main claim to fame. Users can move an indicator on a continuum that runs from hard to soft news. "I have no idea how it works," Wolff said. "The tech guys explained it to me but I zoned out halfway through. Go ask that guy," he said pointing into a web of white-haired bespectacled men. "The one with white hair and the glasses."

Later, Caroline Miller was lingering by the door, ready to escape. Man, why didn't she get an NDA out of Wolff? "Because I'm feckless!" she said. Nice.

"Michael doesn't even have a contract," she said. "This whole thing is all on a handshake."

So what exactly does Wolff do for Newser? Here's what he does not do: "He's not allowed to talk to anyone on the inside," Miller said. "He's not allowed to manage anybody. What he discovered a long time ago about himself is that he likes to fire people. He has the ideas but I make them happen."

So he has ideas. And did he bring the money? No. "It's all Pat's money anyway!" That would be Patrick Spain, the CEO of HighBeam and soon to be the main character of a really harsh book about how the internet sucks.

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<![CDATA[Rocco DiSpirito Is Now A Purveyor Of Frozen Dinners]]> When we last left Rocco DiSpirito, star of "The Restaurant," a reality show about a failed restaurant opening, he was a lusty man about town, popular in the gossip columns for man-handling whatever hot young thing was nearest. Last year, there was allegedly an A&E reality show pilot; there was to be an autobiography film and a turn on Broadway. But those crazy ideas fell by the wayside as he followed his bliss. So now he's lending his name to TV dinners.

Rocco DiSpirito Joins Bertolli to Inspire Home Cooks With Simple, Flavorful Ideas for Making Mediterranean Meals [PR Wire]

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<![CDATA[Julia Allison's Bachelorette Pad Is Full Of Singlefiers!]]> Remember singlefiers, those telltalle signs of a lady's self- and other-unlovedness that clutter up her apartment? Well, it turns out that something-or-other At Large Julia Allison can tick quite a few of them off the list we all made yesterday. Is our Julia having a bit of a dry spell? Any eventual gentleman callers should be forewarned: Julia's fridge contains "5 month old 'beer for guests' because I don't really drink, and when I do, I definitely don't drink beer." Opt for a wine cooler to avoid staleness issues! That bed does look mighty inviting, though—aside from the dreaded bear.

Bachelorette Living, Sans Cat
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<![CDATA['Cocktail' Editor Is Really, Truly Sorry About Everything]]> cocktail%20cover.gifAs the staffers of Bauer's ill-fated launch were picking up the pieces of their short-lived careers in Englewood Cliffs, they received an inadvertent forward from the mag's editor-in-chief, Maria Lissandrello, that was meant for the eyes of one staffer only. Some context: Lissandrello, unlike many of her staff (several of whom had started only on Monday, when the magazine shut down), was quickly installed at Women's World when Cocktail folded; she had been at First for Women before. Yeah, we get them confused too. The correspondence after the jump. (Later today, we'll have more on why you should think twice about accepting a job offer from Bauer. But for now, enjoy!)

Dear Maria, Sorry I had to leave, I wasn't sure if I was allowed to be there. Thanks for your support, good luck at Women's World.

Please put in a good word to Hubert [Boehle, Bauer CEO] for me, it's ironic that Nick, who was fired for his incompetence, would get more severance than me. I thought I was doing an ok job. Although, Hubert hasn't contacted me, do you think I should call him? or Ilana?

Be well.

-[redacted]

On Tue, 10 Jul 2007 13:35:50 -0400
Maria Lissandrello wrote:
Dear [redacted]:

I feel utterly terrible today.

I already spoke to Hubert and asked about you. He said he is going to see.

I think it is perfectly okay for you to call Hubert yourself. I also beseeched him on Christine's behalf.

I hope we will work together someday. I don't know how long I am for this world, if you know what I mean.

All the best, [redacted]. Please keep in touch
Maria

From: [redacted]
To: Maria Lissandrello
Thanks Maria, I think I will wait to hear from him, I appreciate your help, thanks. In my experience with Bauer, I can't say that I have been treated fairly, and now I am pessimistic about what will happen next.

I am giving you my personal e-mail address again, and my phone number, let's definitely keep in touch, maybe have a drink in a few weeks, hopefully more will be clearer.

ps: cancelled the kitchen construction.

From: Maria Lissandrello
To: Cocktail Weekly Magazine
Date: Wed, 11 Jul 2007 10:00:42 -0400
Subject: Re: Until we meet again!

Yes, I want to plan on drinks for sure. I spoke to James last night, and I'm going to see Piper on Sunday.

I don't feel any better today. While I'm thankful I still have a job, I am miserable about the people I really cared about, including you.

It sucks.

I'm so sorry you had to cancel your kitchen project.

Be careful, folks. It's a jungle out there.

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