Posts Tagged ‘alex balk’

Oh The Spoiled Humanity

April 20, 2009 by Maggie No Comments »

Issue forth all the clever heavy-handed points you please, fellas: Until you’ve been trapped in the middle of a Vomit Epidemic at a remote boarding school, the location of which was chosen to inspire community, Thoreauvian adolescent epiphanies and the assurance that anyone using a ten-speed (fastest transport available) to make a break for it would have little luck, then YOU COULDN’T POSSIBLY RELATE. THE AGONY. THE FEAR. And the HELPLESSNESS.*

 

Kerfuffling

March 20, 2009 by Maggie No Comments »

Well yes, ninety9, but these are still terribly urgent matters, especially in light of the fact that the panel where you discuss nobler things (oh, this is sxsw? ha) absolutely just never ever gets live-Twittered. What more can one possibly say about the world and its handbasket home?

SO!

Not true:

“After one year, Gould resigned from her editor position at Gawker due to constant, overwhelmingly negative feedback on her Gawker blog posts.”

Very true, and smart!

“With respect to women,” says [Mediabistro editor Rebecca] Fox, “keeping your mouth shut has long been tantamount to being ‘good,’ and the virgin/whore complex is alive and well both online and off.”

Awkward on so many levels:

“‘Women are girlified way more than men, but to be fair, Emily was young when that article came out—25—and it openly portrayed her vulnerability as a neophyte in a new situation,’ Sklar writes via e-mail.”

Misinterpretation:

“‘When he was at Gawker, blogger Alex Balk wrote in the character of ‘My Cock’ for more than a year and still blogs about his affinity for blow jobs, yet he’s like the Teflon man when it comes to how the blogosphere collectively regards his writing,’ Fox says.”

The afore-chewed-over double-standard is less responsible for Teflon Cock’s esteem than the man’s acute dexterity when it comes to the art of satire, a form that—if you will—flummoxes folks on occasion. Like here!

[All via The Austin Chronicle, which is a real (alternative) live (weekly) newspaper owned by its own goddamn self! Amazing.]

 

Superstar Bloggers Would Dig It If You Kept Calling Them That. Okay? Okay.

November 3, 2008 by Maggie 1 Comment »

blogging-1.jpg I’m guessing that it’s not a good thing that, of late, most urges of mine to be “creative” (by which I mean subjecting whichever idiot happens to fall into this site in his search for a terrible terrible Rod Stewart song to the random trappings of my brain) have been inspired only by the creative acts of others. Good Lord, did you see that run-on sentence? I’m so glad we both made it safely out.

As such, I don’t have anything to add to Michael Duff’s Friday column during which he raised a pen up to Alex Balk and Choire Sicha, among other Bloggers Missing In Recession. (Well, maybe that the “superstar bloggers” Duff’s doffing his cap to would (and did) get a good chuckle out of that oxymoronic description. Superstars are supposed to get paid, no?) Duff’s right and God (and I) love him for it.

Hey, wouldn’t it be fucking hilarious if someone threw a startup website of the canned and laid-off bloggers who have talked about doing that very thing for years together at various Manhattan gin mills and everyone came and it was awesome? Just saying.

Finest Writers On The Web Are Ready to Work For Coffee, Beer [Michael Duff]


 

Yup. Seems About Right.

October 27, 2008 by Maggie 3 Comments »

Yup. Sounds About Right. I mean, given the godforsaken depths of craptasticness involved in being an American attempting to make a living stringing words together these days. Fine, okay, I suppose life isn’t so grand if you earn your bread “managing” money. Or building cars. Or in the insurance, healthcare or steel industries. Hey, even your friendly (mine is, swear) postal worker’s job isn’t safe.

Your haplessly performed attempts at that writing thing however, should you be operating in and around the tri-state region, or the other side of the country, or anywhere in between really, are, let me assure you, mere fuel for the flames of laughter enjoyed as we speak by The Sadist Upstairs.

Ahem. So. Less melodramatically? This right here is a fairly classic example of why Alex Balk, the now former executive editor of the now former Radar magazine, is a damn fine manager. Which is actually a compliment.

Didn’t He Ramble [Alex Balk]
MemoPad: RIP Radar Again [WWD]

 

Occasions Upon Which It Truly Is An Awesome Thing Not To Have A Job

August 6, 2008 by Maggie No Comments »

“Dear Body,

Remember when we used to stay out drinking until all hours of the morning and still be able to turn up to work the next day with no noticeable damage?

WHY ARE YOU NO LONGER KEEPING UP YOUR END OF THE DEAL?

Perplexed,
Balk

Dear God, seriously.  And Alex Balk has at least three decades on me.  Also?  Dear Andrew Krucoff: Terribly sorry about that wee clotheslining incident, for which there can be no excuse, because Andrew Krucoff is not frightening in the least, even when he comes up out of nowhere on the street. Well, so far anyway. As compensation, he gets to be Kobe Bryant in this post.

UPDATE: “Krucoff neglects to mention the reason he got stiff-armed is because Maggie thought Lindsay was being molested, since he came at them like the Kool-Aid guy.”  Well…yes.  Yes he did.  And yes. Yes, we were.

 

Reason #49 To Love Alex Balk

April 18, 2008 by Maggie No Comments »

Is this. And yes, my mom is more lovable than Alex Balk, what do you want from me?

 
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