
It’s easy to look at our media industrial complex and forget that its members were once young and hungry, that they had to hustle, grease sources and report stories within an inch of life. One can imagine these scrappers delirious just to see a byline buried on B4 or, God forbid, a sidebar. They sammy glicked their way through the newsroom. No one exited the womb a star.
Even so, these people seem to exist only in the ever-present. We see Juan Williams as Hannity’s graying foil—who sold out for the change in Roger Ailes' pocket—but not the guy who, in 1987, churned out a gorgeous profile of a [...]
I thought Maureen Dowd was on vacation all summer. But I was just forgetting to look. Now I'm glad about that.
Which helping hands co-wrote The Maureen Dowd Collective's insane, 2003-era rant against Anna Wintour this weekend? We're thinking the high dudgeon screaminess sounds like Alessandra Stanley and Frank Bruni cracking themselves up after a few drinks. (Though Bruni is probably too busy to pitch in on her column right now, what with his book tour.) Plus we're assuming her assistant did the reporting. ("I dunno, call Andre Leon Talley and whoever else one calls usually. Surprise me! Then quote… um, Keith Kelly-he's still alive, right?") But you know: could have been anyone (amped up on a few hits of nitrous) really. Anyway, someone give this funny lady and [...]
Tom Scocca: I go away for a weekend and Maureen Dowd gets caught plagiarizing? Choire Sicha: You went away for a weekend? That's so unlike you! Tom Scocca: We can't all have a house on Fire Island. Choire Sicha: That island is only so wide, after all. But yes! You turned your back and suddenly Maureen Dowd is in the Scandal Of The Century Of The Moment. Tom Scocca: Albeit sort of a listless scandal, it seems, thanks to the we're-all-dead-who-cares cloud hanging over Romenesko these past many months.