Speaking as a once and future zine publisher and a cynical, embittered observer of the business of journalism (heavy on the business, light on the journalism), I have to say I love this kid and would be honored to split a bottle of Maalox with him. In unfortunately related news, MIchael Wolff’s gleeful-yet-reasoned obituary for Talk punctuates the end of that sentence perfectly (I regularly referred to Talk as the magazine that you felt like you’d already read — “for hip and intelligent people” my ass, it was for the same annoying Upper West Side Manhattanites that any of these vanity-lit projects are), while Tina Herself [tm] claims that the terrorists have won, so to speak.