EMOTICON OF PRIVACY?!
You silly twatwaffle, MODICUM!
Some where out there is a real journalist who should have the opportunities our favorite booze heiress is squandering.
(And if you argue with me on the dolphin point, you are saying that SoyBlo is smarter than a dolphin, and that is empirically false and defames dolphins.)
MSNBC has hired SoyBlo as a political commentator.
I’m going to sit in silence in a dark room for a while, maybe do a little past-life regression therapy.
Good gravy! The NYTimes decided to interview famous entitled attention-Remora, Meghan McCain. SoyBlo’s interview, surprisingly, has more depth than her usual contributions from the Daily Beast:
INDISPENSABLE ITEM: My MacBook. It’s depressing. It’s like my baby. I named it Bambi. My iPhone is named Thumper. How sad am I?
INTERNET DATING? No. I would get slaughtered. My profile would be on Gawker in five seconds.
LAST MEAL: My father’s ribs. If not, I’d go for steak tartare, baked potato, Kraft macaroni and cheese and cookie dough.
So does that mean she gave birth to a computer and is an Electra-complex cannibal? So many questions.
Death of the Media
Andrew Sullivan announced today that his Daily Dish blog (or What I Did While Waiting for the Return of Saint Ronnie and Maggie Thatcher long-format essay) will be leaving The Atlantic and moving to Tina Brown properties, The Daily Beast and Newsweek.
I sometimes find Sullivan amusing, and I cop to reading his posts now and then. That said, I find his long-term memory loss for all things Movement Conservative, his role in the creation of the Beast that is destroying America, to be at best disingenuous. I don’t give hall passes to the guilty.
Anyway, Mr. Sullivan is now well-positioned to become the digital doppleganger of David Brooks, reasonable conservative, with a two-pronged media pitchfork. The only questions that remain is if Tina Brown will insist on celebrity gossip in his posts, guest appearances by dim-witted (but I think very pretty) Naivtée Meghan McCain or at least one Kardashian buttock per week.
Mr. Sullivan, being a gentleman, did not discuss terms.
(The Daily Dish)
I’m weirded out that any teacher would assign this. But of course, it could be the “What not to do” part of the poli sci curriculum.
(And in the meanwhile, I commit ritual Sepuku.)
…now that Soylent Blonde is considering a career as a political strategist, you know, to kick President Carebear’s ass in 2012.
Well, well, well, America’s sweetheart, SoyBlo had an unforeseen scheduling conflict and had to bow out of her presentation at some school in PA. Fair enough, unseen conflicts happen from time to time…
…so she blew off the little podunk college…
…and proceded to go to Vegas and tweet about it the whole time…
…she got into a hissy-fit with her hotel…
…found other accomodatons…
…encouraged her twitfam to boycott the other hotel…
…praised herself as an outlaw gangsta chickita…
…Wouldn’t you wanna be just like SoyBlo, that wacky and whimsical, entitled, self-centered, madcap heiress about town?