Posts tagged as Junkets
Mike Albo Serves Up a Deliciously Chilly Revenge
Today comes The Junket: A Journey of Seduction, Celebrity, Swag and Stupidity, by one Mr. Mike Albo. You may not remember, but Albo was essentially banned from the New York Times—he was a freelancer who, among other duties, wrote the Critical Shopper column every other week—after participating in a JetBlue junket (with a Mystery Destination!) with a lot of "internet people." (We documented this junket in harrowing detail.) And now... Albo has told all. It's good. Here are two favorite early bits! READ MORE
The Thrillist Junket: In Their Own Words and Pictures
This weekend, Thrillist sponsored a junket of media influencers on a trip to Miami, where they stayed at the Fontainebleau. While junketeers were responsible for their own airfare, the hotel and liquor and sponsored dinners were on the house. This is a collected oral history, in chronological order, of their stories from arrival to departure. READ MORE
How To Disclose Your Big Gay Junket
Now this is how it's done, kids! "Blogging will be relatively light for the next six days as the Key West Business Guild is bringing me down on a press junket to cover Fantasy Fest.... Full disclosure: The Guild is paying for our airfare, lodging, meals, excursions-the whole shebang. Fuller disclosure: I'm completely open to similar offers from the cities of Rio de Janeiro, Barcelona, Mykonos, Sitges...." I didn't even know where Sitges was, I had to Google it!
Junketeer Funny!
This accounting of the famous (whoa, dial it back: not famous! Or: famous somewhere around Union Square, by that one corner?) Jet Blue Thrillist JetMystery junket written by Liz Armstrong is totally hilarious and fun. "It wasn't just media and PR enjoying these luxuries; CEOs and representatives from companies sponsoring these indulgences came and partied with us too. So it was no secret that we were bought. We signed a piece of paper acknowledging that we were. But we did not suck a dick for 15 bucks in someone's Astro van while he let the engine run. No, we were expensive whores." Even though the beginning is crazy (Somehow she thinks we're on a judging spree about this, but really we just started assembling a list of the attendees. STOP PROJECTING! You're thinking of RYAN TATE and JEFF BERCOVICI! Some attendees actually emailed us and asked to be added!) And also her ending is delightfully nuts. (There may be no ethics-at-large any more, as the writer points out-but there do remain at least the ones you make for yourself.) And then the comments are somehow all about how we are... jealous? Oh honey. I've already ridden on an Airbus A-320 with screaming young people; the Fort Lauderdale flight on Fridays looks just like all your pictures. (Also, faggots don't like Jamaica!)
