I know a few (white) ladies who work in the features and arts section, and it seems like that section and page six is sort of immune to this stuff. all the ladies i know are pretty socially liberal, not racist, and work there in spite of the paper's rep, because in their sections they don't have to deal with the extreme right side of things. to hear it from them, the post is a pretty sweet gig; the hours are normal, the workload is humane, the pay is better than you'd guess. like a parallel universe, i'm supposing.
As much as I applaud these reporters suing the post and hope that they can add to the post's already ballooned financial deficit for murdoch's privilege of publishing his hate and bile, I still have to sorta wonder...what were you thinking taking a job at that crapfest in the first place?
@manchops: The same reason any of us have careers and/or jobs in the first place, I suppose. Once you commit to a "dream" or idea, you get stuck in a way until you have that my-life-sucks-and-this-isn't-how-its-supposed-to-be moment. Once that drops, you look around for things to be pissed about. If you find them, you win that stage in the big ol' game of life. If not, you wait on that whole "401k thing" I hear old people talk about from time to time.
@Tru Invincible: Oh I hear you so loud and clear on all that. And I've certainly cashed paychecks from companies that have most likely been involved in real hateful things.
But I guess, as a gay at least, the Post has through the years been so extreme that I would have to wear a wig and glasses into work there and lie to all my friends. (and get me some hot log cabin republican ass on the weekends)
I'm thinking instead of an office, a desk, phone or a computer, they just hand their new minority workers a broom and a high-five with a hearty "now go get-em!"
Stasi's lawyer talks about the jury system as if it's a slot machine: "Pull the lever, kiddies -- If you hit the jackpot, great! If you don't... oh well!"
@MrInBetween: I once had to sit on a jury where a former male stripper/cocaine dealer was suing the local Chic-fil-A for leaving water near the garbage can. He had gotten treatment for a football injury that he received in high school, while he was in jail, but claimed he got it from slipping in their restaurant. It was 3 days out of my life that I'll never get back. Unfortunately, since the plaintiff doesn't actually have to pay a lawyer unless they win, there's no real reason NOT to do it. I mean unless of course you have some dignity or a conscience.
As a pro forma demonstration of my love of good writing and my loathing of irrational thought, I'd be happy to push Bill Kristol down a flight of left-leaning stairs, provided City of Heroes picks up the subsequent tab.
@BeckySharper: Agreed. If you wear heels, learn how to negotiate the world in them, even after a couple glasses of no-doubt wretched chardonnay, Ms. Stasi.
The prostitutes of Venice managed on their chopines. Otherwise wear flats, Grandma.
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Very log cabin republican. Very.
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But I guess, as a gay at least, the Post has through the years been so extreme that I would have to wear a wig and glasses into work there and lie to all my friends. (and get me some hot log cabin republican ass on the weekends)
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Perish the thought!
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I'm thinking instead of an office, a desk, phone or a computer, they just hand their new minority workers a broom and a high-five with a hearty "now go get-em!"
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The prostitutes of Venice managed on their chopines. Otherwise wear flats, Grandma.
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I'd love to see that as a New York Post headline.