Well it’s certainly nice that Alex has moderated his opinions since busting my chops for flying business class on a press trip. All things considered I would have much rather had Albo’s trip to Jamaica. Even a “big budget writer” like me has feelings, you know.
You should read Alex’s whole post, because it talks about how most peoples’ hands aren’t clean when it comes to taking freebies, despite codes of ethics proclaiming lily-whiteness. But I really think his kicker is important (fear of class and journalism talk!)
This is all my way of saying, leave Mike Albo alone, let him take his free trip. If you don’t want writers that take freebies, then you get Alex Kucynzski in the Critical Shopper column instead—someone who is so rich that the world is her freebie. What’s worse?
mmmm, how I want to bite into those tender pink minds, like succulent filets they are. Meanwhile, how awesome a win is this for Thrillist and JetBlue? Huge buckets of free publicity and major outlets lining up to pay for the trip after the fact? Note to media: We also will pay to send you places in exchange for stories about the trip and if your employers will pick up the tab in embarrassment. Because once someone pays, there is no shame. Bonus if you can get even more stories because something heavy falls on you. [Full disclosure.]
or rather, the nightblogger. Looking for someone to do a small amount of overnight blogging, say between 8pm-6am EST. November & December assured, maybe more if warranted. Paid. See bbook.com for “style” and “samples.” Email firstname.lastname@example.org if interested.
Hey Delta, it’s one thing if a regular sized plane is blocking our arrival gate and we have to sit on the runway cooped up in your death-tube until the way is clear. But these little commuter jets just park, we get out, and we get bussed to the terminal. If all the little parking spaces are full, just draw another line of fucking paint on the tarmac so we can get the hells out.
I am very, very proud of that descriptor. The full Gelf interview with me is here.
I’m not a hater at all, and granted I asphyxiated inside this bubble a long time ago, but most and maybe all of these women are far from overlooked or underrated. Many have (or have had) great, prestigious jobs, and/or are very well known and successful for their work on the job or off. Or is the idea that they’re overlooked and underrated because they’re women, relative to men in similar positions? I dunno, seems like missed opportunity to talk up ladies who aren’t already blogged all over the walls hereabouts.
New York cabbie stories are a dime a dozen, but this morning, got a standout even in that set. Guy had an accidental Lagerfeld going on, complete with pseudo-mullet, wide-framed dark sunglasses, and fingerless gloves. Started cursing out his last fare as soon as I got in (apparently she made him go through Times Square). Every possible gutter profanity, sexual and otherwise, was applied against this woman, till he finally ran out of words and pronounced her “just … just sick!” The monologue turned to health care reform, punctuated by coughing fits so tubercular they verged on death rattles. (Still not sure if he was pro or con.) He actually had a blue hankie he coughed into like an Enlightenment consumptive. During one of his manic gestures I saw his gloves actually still had full thumb coverage, since I couldn’t see this thumbtips. Then I realized, no, he actually had no thumbs. After a particularly energetic hacking and spitting episode he suddenly cranked the radio, and at the next stoplight, began both reading the paper and wolfing down a sandwich. Conversation over, I guess? He asked again where I was going, then two minutes later stopped two blocks from there and turned off the meter, thanking me profusely, telling me he liked me and that I was a “good guy.” As I got out some bills (I always pay cash to crazy people, rather than credit or debit), he froze, speechless. I held out the money; he didn’t move, and we sat there a good ten seconds, frozen. Finally he muttered mournfully, “Everyone is bullshit.” He reanimated, took the cash, thanked me once more with real feeling, and started coughing again. I got out and went for coffee.