We're A Dying Breed
Like any 21st century, self-obsessed person, I have a Google Alert on my name. And like most 21st century, self-obsessed people, there’s no real reason it. Most of the alerts I get serve as unnecessary reminders that I’ve just published something for the site at which I work or that some spammy robot in the farthest regions of the internet has linked to my piece, my blog, or something someone else wrote about me 8 months ago.
And then there was today’s, which — though biting — has provided me with the best qualification of my job description I’ve ever read:
Huffpo welcomed [Bo Obama] with meandering, tepid columns of regurgitated nothingness last week: Dr Patricia Fitzgerald wrote 1000 words on how cool the Obamas were for promoting the wellness pets bring their owners; Wendy Diamond is ga-ga over how hip and jazzy the name “Bo” is (“BO!!! As in Bo Diddley, curious — when did Malia and Sasha Obama start listening to Bo Diddley?”; and finally, Huffpo’s “Living Editor” — that’s presumably as opposed to the now-dead one who authorised the budget for this crap — Verena Von Pfetten contributed this phenomenal sentence to the discourse: “Oh, look! There’s a photo of him running with Obama! Squee!!”
(Emphasis mine.)
That said, NewMatilda, you’re funny and above all, not necessarily wrong, but two things: you forgot a parenthesis, and you’ve managed to miss one of the most over-publicized facts about HuffPost, which is to say: we don’t pay.
