If anyone knows why journalists like to interview journalists, I'd be interested in hearing your hypothesis. In any event, I answered some questions for PurePolitics.com about Gawker. It's up now.
Also? This is definitely a picture of me in college at Alpha Delta's Supertails Halloween party. We were dressed as the Pink Ladies from Grease. Just thought I'd get that out there. LOVE the immutability of the Internets. LOVE it.
"A guy I am friendly with who used to work for Gawker, Jon, came up behind me, 'Do you want to meet Emily Gould?'" [NYMag]
Dear God.
Also? I will need a utility bill from Bumblefuck, NH, with Jessica Roy's name and address on it to prove that the disillusioned-before-her-time writerish person has indeed left New York City. Like she's going anywhere now. Pshht.
“My primary role is to be the public face of the magazine.“
-Former Daily News gossiptrix Ben Widdicombe to NYPost media reporter Keith Kelly on his new gig at Star magazine.
This is a sentence that, in my experience, has never ever once been uttered without making the issuer look like a jackass. JFK Jr. could have slid by. Maybe.
Maybe this is Pareene’s way of cyber-jostling me. “Hey! Maggie, would you sit up and for the love of Mike and your bank account compose something for chrissakes?” Probably not, but if it was, he’d be right. I had the urge the other day to write something about this ridiculous thing and this admirably well-executed damage control session, and then I realized that, you know what? Who the hell am I to judge, at $2 per word and the cover of a 1.6 million-circulation magazine? When The Guardian asked me to write a “first-person account” of being fired from Gawker, was I tempted? Um, yes. I admit it. And then all of a sudden they were discussing sending a photographer to my house to “capture me in all my defenestrated glory,” (I swear, this approximates the phrase used) and I thought to myself, “Wait just a goddamned minute here.“ So really? There but for the grace of God, a hard-up (but also ingenious!) New York Times Magazine editor, and my own bullshit meter go I. Now if I’d known that photog might be toting a check for fifteen grand, that might have been a whole something else. But those Brits are so irritatingly frugal.
Gawker Alum Report: Where Are They Now?
Is this. And yes, my mom is more lovable than Alex Balk, what do you want from me?
I'm guest-editing over at New York magazine's Daily Intel blog for the next week. Stop on by! Or don't! But do read something, it's good for the complexion.
