The Huffington Post has a story (currently their big, screaming, front page top story, in fact) on an upcoming Sony Pictures film that opens later this month. The film is a comedy, and it features, they say, a rude joke about Donald Trump. An exceptionally rude joke, that is also so, so funny, according to everyone…
On Monday, Donald Trump took time out of his busy schedule describing television broadcasts only he can see to focus on a new challenge: Extorting CNN to the tune of $5 million.
Koko. Koko sad. Koko water eye. Koko water water eye.
Gerald Weeks has a master's degree and a firm handshake, and he was looking for something to eat.
Julian Assange appeared, as we told you before, by Skype at SXSW over the weekend. Set against a green-screened Wikileaks logo, wearing a scarf straight from the Doctor Who wardrobe department and an actually respectable showing of facial hair, he gave his usual kind of speech. That's to say, one grounded in a lot of…
Poynter's Andrew Beaujon reports that BuzzFeed has hired a books editor, Isaac Fitzgerald. The BuzzFeed books section is a project of real cultural importance. What Fitzgerald does will help establish and define the relationship between the thriving and successful BuzzFeed, with its mastery of distributing brisk and…
Disclosure. Disclosure! I like Frank Rich, based on my small but existent amount of contact with him in the course of my work. And as someone who is well-enough employed, in the unstable business of journalism, and who is still not too old to have maybe have a chance to eventually become better employed, I am also…
"One good tactic for speeding up a deal is to show lack of interest in it," writes Donald Trump in Trump: How to Get Rich. Trump ignored our offer Friday to buy his silence. The appropriate response? Press ahead, clearly.
Rupert Murdoch-owned tabloid newspaper The Sun this week bought the Russian parasailing donkey, Anapka, after video of the animal hit the internet, upsetting many of its readers. "Our readers were deeply moved," correspondent Garry O'Shea told the AP.
The mayor of Seaside Heights, New Jersey loves drunk Snooki: "We're getting wonderful publicity!"
As Bret Michaels recovers from a brain hemorrhage that nearly killed him (and gears up for the Celebrity Apprentice finale), a nagging question keeps popping up online: "Was it all a publicity stunt?" Is nothing in public life believable, anymore?
Jesus Christ. We just got finished with our guide to Shelby Lynne, the country singer who might come out in People next week and now we hear that it is a different country singer: Chely Wright.
Ashley Dupre and the New York Post have finalized their deal: Ashley will give the Post exclusive interviews and sexxxy exclusive photo shoots in hooker heels. In return, they'll play like they're on her side. Everybody wins, except Ashley Dupre!
Enormous-mouthed lead singer of seminal Boston rock band Aerosmith (sorry, Boston, the band), Steven Tyler, fell off a stage while performing a crazy twirly dance. His other daughter, Mia, released a PR statement to TMZ last night. This is classic:
The 60 Minutes profile on Vogue editor Anna Wintour runs this Sunday. The publicity push is underway! We've learned who gets quoted in the upcoming segment—everyone else is screwed and unimportant:
Imagine you're a PR person representing a company that really needs some publicity for its latest corporate initiative. What better way than to trot out the execs to ring the opening bell at the NYSE or the Nasdaq? It's only like the least imaginative and most common financial PR tactic ever! But uh, what if your guy…
When you cut through all of the (self-imposed) clutter surrounding Julia Allison—the oversharing, the wacko pictures, the grandiose self-fascination—what you get, fundamentally, is someone who really knows how to get publicity. Today PRWeek (my old employer) interviews Julia on her PR strategy, and you might be…
Dude, it is so refreshing to listen to "indie" musicians because "indie" musicians are "independent" from corporate control. Ha. We should pretty much eradicate the word "indie," which has become a total, depressing farce. In order to sell a single freaking song in today's environment, musicians must rush around…
In an odd bit of television, charming-but-unwatched late night host Craig Ferguson invited a fictional author onto his show Wednesday. The fictional author, Stanley Bing, wrote a book about slacking off on the job called Executricks: Or How to Retire While You're Still Working. But Stanley Bing's real name is Gil…
