Okay, fucking journalists, you know the name of the guy who started Gawker. Floss it. It is, for many of you, the one thing keeping you in one piece as your profession falls apart with you inside. But you never hear anyone saying “Why did Arianna Huffington turn her site into a firehose of obnoxious, vapid, pappy crap,” do you? It’s “Huffington Post used to be so much better” or “woe is me, I’m having a bit of trouble finding the nipple slips.”
Why does every story written about Gawker have to be part-Nick Denton pinup?
Okay, fucking journalists, you know the name of the guy who started Gawker. Floss it. It is, for many of you, the one thing keeping you in one piece as your profession falls apart with you inside. But you never hear anyone saying “Why did Arianna Huffington turn her site into a firehose of obnoxious, vapid, pappy crap,” do you? It’s “Huffington Post used to be so much better” or “woe is me, I’m having a bit of trouble finding the nipple slips.”
He’s just a man, man.