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[www.theawl.com] #graydoncarter
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Liberté, égalité, fraternité! #graydoncarter
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Toby Young's memoir about his tenure under Graydon Carter snapped into sharp focus what's wrong with the editorial echelon at Vanity Fair. They are all, to a man and a woman, mesmerized by celebrities & the rich. Totally startstruck. This whole pretend-business of "taking down the nouveau riche brigade" or "insider reporting on the life and times of the privileged" is baloney. All they want is to orbit in the personal proximity of these people. That's why they suckle so vigorously at the teat of Hollywood (or Wall Street, I guess), which feed them "scoops" and twirl them around like a spinning top.
A magazine like the defunct Radar had oodles more integrity than Vanity Fair has or every will. It's also disappointing because Graydon Carter circa Spy mag used to maul the a-holes he now celebrates with such gusto. #graydoncarter
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spy was better #graydoncarter
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It's true: All dick and no balls. #graydoncarter
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Maybe the Teabaggers made off with his balls? #graydoncarter
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And now they're paying the price. Graydon Carter behaves like a French aristocrat on the eve of the revolution -- indulged, entitled and oblivious to the approach of the tumbrils.
So oblivious indeed that he can devote issue after issue of Vanity Fair to the hubris and misdeeds of the financial elite -- as if his own world wasn't equally puffed up.
The luxury advertising boom that funded Conde Nast's padded expense accounts, the vacations with mogul friends, the battle for position at the Waverly: they were as inflated as the mortgage securities market ever was. And Graydon Carter -- if there's an ounce of truth to this latest rumor about his flight to Bermuda -- is as detached as the banking executives we so excoriate. #graydoncarter
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@Nick Denton: It's particularly delicious that Graydon "threw" the book party for Andrew Ross Sorkin's "Too Big To Fail" just two days ago. #graydoncarter
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Of course, the event was great fun and had that frisson of power in the room. And I was there and I felt that frisson. That makes me as much part of the problem as part of the solution. We're all seduced eventually.
Even self-awareness doesn't save us. It certainly didn't save a former editor of Spy called Graydon Carter as he was gradually absorbed into the entertainment industry establishment. #graydoncarter
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[www.youtube.com] #graydoncarter
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[grammar.about.com]
It is true that occasionally the author’s invention plucks at the coverlet, and she can do no better by her brain-children than to name them Mr. Jones and Mrs. Smith. But it must be said, in fairness, that the Joneses and the Smiths are the horrible examples, the confirmed pullers of social boners. They deserve no more. They go about saying "Shake hands with Mr. Smith" or "I want to make you acquainted with Mrs. Smith" or "Will you permit me to recall myself to you?" or "Pardon me!" or "Permit me to assist you" or even "Pleased to meet you!" One pictures them all as small people, darting about the outskirts of parties, fetching plates of salad and glasses of punch, applauding a little too enthusiastically at the end of a song, laughing a little too long at the point of an anecdote. If you could allow yourself any sympathy for such white trash, you might find something pathetic in their eagerness to please, their desperate readiness to be friendly. But one must, after all, draw the line somewhere, and Mr. Jones, no matter how expensively he is dressed, always gives the effect of being in his shirt-sleeves, while Mrs. Smith is so unmistakably the daughter of a hundred Elks. Let them be dismissed by somebody’s phrase (I wish to heaven it were mine)--"the sort of people who buy their silver." #graydoncarter
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Nick, Professional Media Whore that he was, would have worked for nothing! #graydoncarter
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TEST #scandals
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dsaf #scandals