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Attacking Ex-Lovers Via Gawker Benefits Everyone But You
Lorbergate continues, and no one seems to have wised up. Yesterday we posted a couple of times about Alexandria Symonds, a student writer for the Colubmia Spectator who received a pleasant bitchslap of an email from Amanada Lorber (she of the MTV reality gem The Paper) after writing a few nasty things about the brash, ambitious high school newspaper editor. Then Symonds' friends allegedly threatened revenge on Daily Intel writer Molly Jane Rosen, who originally posted Lorber's withering email. So, all well and good. People were upset, young confidences shaken. All in a Gawker's work. But these kids, seemingly unaware of some fundamental internet fact, kept sending us emails. Emails in which they bitched and moaned and (sigh, correctly) called us nosy and mean. More »
not afraid to be servicey
Tatum's Rehabilitation! (And How to Make It Work For You)
The New York Post is tough on crime. Especially celebrity crime. They take gleeful pleasure (as we all do!) in cataloging the excesses and trashy doings of the drug-addicted and famous. Yesterday's breathless report on the arrest of poor former child star Tatum O'Neal went into embarrassing detail of her arrest for purchasing crack cocaine ("I'm researching a part," a "source" told the Post). But today's front page? And accompanying exclusive report from brittle columnist Andrea Peyser? A sympathetic tale of a troubled woman just doing her best to stay clean. The lead: "TATUM is saved!" Who the hell is O'Neal's publicist, Obi-Wan Kenobi? (Or, uh, Howard Rubenstein?) Drug-addicted celebrities! You may wonder how to garner such friendly treatment in the Post after your next drug deal gone bad! We have some suggestions: More »
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The Five Most Dangerous Countries for Bloggers
Internet nerds became terribly excited recently when Twitter sprung a man from jail, but it's worth noting that in most of the world, blogging is much, much more likely to send you to to clink. While there are a number of bloggers whose eternal imprisonment—possibly in the Phantom Zone—we fantasize about daily, we grudgingly admit that throwing bloggers in jail for blogging is probably bad. So as a public service, we're here to tell you where not to blog if you value your freedom. China and Iran probably get the most press for their blogger crack-downs, and Malaysia just arrested a blogger this week, but if there's anything we learned from skimming the site of the Committee to Protect Bloggers, it's this: don't Tumblr in Egypt. More »
Web 2.0 Etymology
I've never used, or even felt anything approaching ZOMG until I heard that Facebook was launching a chat program. According to Wiktionary, ZOMG is an "overzealous typo of OMG, resulting from the proximity of z to the shift key." That sort of reminds me of the Facebook group, "I Prematurely Release The Shift Key!!1", whose members are "interested in earning big $$4."
I've never used, or even felt anything approaching ZOMG until I heard that Facebook was launching a chat program. According to Wiktionary, ZOMG is an "overzealous typo of OMG, resulting from the proximity of z to the shift key." That sort of reminds me of the Facebook group, "I Prematurely Release The Shift Key!!1", whose members are "interested in earning big $$4."
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The Future Of Magazines, Possibly
These are troubled times in the magazine industry. Reed Elsevier announced today that it is selling its mag publishing division, which includes Variety and Publishers Weekly, in order to reduce exposure to "cyclicality" in ad markets. And bad news for any editors looking for employment at Meredith: their president, Jack Griffin, says "We don't hire editors any more. We hire content strategists." Hope they teach that at Medill! But the real question is, is the magazine industry actually changing as quickly and perilously as business types seem to think? More »
THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING
BREAKING UPDATE: DOREE BOUGHT JOSH THE FATEFUL CLAFOUTIS. OR HALF OF IT ANYWAY. [The Doree Chronicles, Related, Previously]
BREAKING UPDATE: DOREE BOUGHT JOSH THE FATEFUL CLAFOUTIS. OR HALF OF IT ANYWAY. [The Doree Chronicles, Related, Previously]
From the mailbag: "Bomb disposal unit"! Broadway and 51st Street! People in that vicinity are "complaining they can't get lunch"!
If you're really hungry and you only have about five minutes to shove something down your gullet and you're on the corner of Bergen and Smith Streets in Boerum Hill, you might be tempted to run in to Hanco's to grab one of the pre-wrapped packages of shrimp summer rolls that have been sitting, unrefrigerated, on the counter for God knows how long. RESIST.
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"If You Don't Know Any Wealthy People, However, Don't Despair. They're Easy To Meet."
It was April of 1983, and Mary Kirby was an azure-eyed up-and-coming author. She was single, but on purpose, and men would trail her everywhere. She was so good at meeting men that she wrote a book about it! She called it "Mary Kirby's Guide to Meeting Men." Twenty-five years later, the text is still amazingly instructive. Today's homily comes from "Chapter Seven: Zeroing In On Particular Men" Particular in this instance means rich and Christian. More »
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Emily and Michelle Have Found A Roommate!
At long last the saga of Astoria roommate-hunters Emily and Michelle is coming to its crushing conclusion. And at the same time, another volume in their Rabelaisian lives is being written. Good news! Emily and Michelle have finally found a roommate. According to Emily (or Michelle, we don't know which one is which):our new roommate, she's blackHow do we know this? Um, Emilymichelledouglas.tumblr.com, the blog the girls started a couple of days ago. There are pictures of the girls in college (shown above), extended IM conversations about douching and some hints that Emily and Michelle might be more than just two crazy friends. More »
and always drunk. in the past five minutes we've witnessed her running into a wall, chugging rum in her closet, drinking zwack from our freezer, running into the kitchen wall and falling over
Remember that guy A.O. Scott, the Times critic we gave thanks for on Wednesday? This is what I found out about him at Thanksgiving. First, he's the son of Joan Wolloch Scott and Donald Scott. She is the smart-sounding Harold F. Linder Professor at the School of Social Science in the Institute for Advanced Study in Princeton, NJ. Donald Scott is the less-smart sounding (but equally smart) Professor of American History at CUNY. But you could get all that you could get from Wikipedia. This, you can't: On A.O. Scott's wedding day ten or so years ago BOTH his parents announced they were gay. Apparently smart people can have bad timing. This also explains A.O.'s very tortured and complex relationship with Margot at the Wedding!
When Star Editor at Large Julia Allison's dog Lilly was running amok in our office yesterday, she had a wardrobe malfunction! That's right: vadgeflash.
Out smoking a cigarette with Gawker ad sales, we learned that tonight they are hosting an event at the Manhattan Gun Club called "Girls and Guns" during which they take ladies from advertising firms to a gun range. This sounds awesome. Unrelated: Why the fuck is Julia Allison in our office again today? And why is her little dog Lilly walking around on desks? What a bitch.
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Anika Larsen—Or Annika Larsson? A Helpful Guide!
It's possibly a tricky time for New Yorkers and copy desks in the case of Anika Larsen v. Annika Larsson! But we can help.
Heads up. The taxi hacks are back on their semi-strike today. While it's $10 just to open the door, beware if you're riding with someone else. For instance, Penn Station to the East Village is apparently in one "zone" and so just $10—but the cabbie will shrug and say "$10 bucks each" when you get out. Strike or grift? You decide!
Hey, we're about to do something kicky with our layout! It's kinda cute! But heads up, in case your browser renders it like crap at first—don't worry, the internets aren't disappearing.
"Prole creep"—a coinage, apparently, of Paul Fussell's—is possibly the most useful phrase of our time. And yet it isn't being used enough. The handiest definition is probably "Wearing sweatpants/tracksuits while not exercising." [We, like sheep]
