Start clueless, stay clueless: A dot-com “reporter” confesses that she didn’t know the difference between doing PR and doing journalism. Sic transit the new economy. I’d call her an idiot, but singling her out seems so… futile. What disturbs me more is that she and hundreds of others like her are still taking up valuable desk space.
More tales of classist evil from survivors of 9/11 victims, some of whom are enough to make you wish there’d been some sort of Family Day at Cantor Fitzgerald on 11 September 2001. Let’s recap, mmmkay? In death all men are equal, mmmkay? So you will take your $3 million and shut the fuck up about deserving $2 million more because they were especially capable of future earnings, mmmkay? Your loved ones’ lives weren’t worth a bit more or less than those of the lowest-paid dishwasher’s assistant at Windows On The World. Deep existential thought? Yeah, deal.
Recapping: Death comes to all. All equal in death. Death not disproportionate when visited upon the white and expensively educated. Future promised to no man; future earnings doubly not promised. Shut fuck up now. Thank you.
Now It Can Be Told: I’m pleased to announce that the column formerly known as Net Ethics (YIL, R.I.P.) has a new home at Consumer Web Watch. I’ve always wanted to be a dot-org kind of person! You can see the inaugural number here. Letters and comments welcome as always.
This is a great interview on why the American “CEO culture” is such a poisonous thing.
Says here that Rudy Giuliani is getting something called the Jackie Robinson Empire State Freedom Medal, embodying his determination, dignity and fairness. Diallo? Louima? Hello? This award gives a whole new meaning to rotisserie baseball, as in “Number 42’s spinning in his grave like a…”
An alarming article from Reason about unfair treatment of trailer-home residents and their parks. Before you get all giggly about the Springerness of it all, why don’t you ask me when I was born?
Warren Zevon is dying. I am really not okay with that. (But I’m glad he is okay with it, bless his weird oblique heart. Wish I’d seen him in concert, just once.)
And here’s a gentleman who thinks we ought to simply remove 11 September from the calendar because it’s such a tempting target and so sad and all. Sure, okay, and can we take out 2 September as well? My dad died that day and I tend to get really solemn each year right about then; worse, a good friend’s birthday is also that day and it’s awkward as hell to celebrate it, or not.
Call this the rationalization of a spectacularly difficult person, but doesn’t it seem like some of these characteristics for bad friends are kind of… subjective? Who’s to say that the overly meddlesome friend (introvert-speak for ‘person with an opinion on everything and no off switch’) is just as bad as the loner (extrovert-speak for ‘person who needs lots of quiet time’)? I remember when I was a girl, people had these things called “idiosyncracies.” (In fact, I’m got a big ol’ stockpile right here.) I think it’s lovely that the psychologists are getting around to studying friendship, but as usual they’ll now devote their efforts to building little boxes to rank, file, and otherwise categorize it all. Ptui.