Usually I arrive at this point of the day with at least one link-worth-clicking stashed here in a draft, but today? Pfft. That’s a Wednesday for you — the craziest of the week, but the one that feels like a curve being rounded, and dare I say it? Hump Day. After seven years of freelancing, back on a Monday-through-Friday schedule feels like…well, it feels like something different. And something celebratory.
But it also feels like a catch-up day. I finally got a spare minute to read the amazing Gawker screed about Andrew Breitbart. An angry, angry piece that has the advantage of being? Mostly true. It’s an angry piece that finds its villain not in Breitbart, but in the…how do they put it? The people whose job it was to call him out, and didn’t:
To borrow a gross analogy lustily employed on Breitbart’s own websites, if today’s mainstream media was penning obits on May 1, 1945, they would have summed up with, “Despite initiating the Second World War, the German leader was fond of public architecture and is survived by his beloved dachshunds.” …Breitbart trained the media like dogs, and he was still doing so, on Thursday morning, from beyond the grave. People joked that they didn’t know if his death was a hoax, and it’s a certainty that some asked because they were afraid of telling the truth about someone by then literally incapable of hurting them. If you beat a dog long enough, it learns to cower before you reach for a switch.
It kind of builds and builds, and reaches a masterful crescendo, and… isn’t there something already over about Breitbart? He really is a sort of wicked witch of the media, isn’t he? Now that he’s gone, he’s melted into a puddle and left behind, what? That years ago, Barack Obama went to a play? Now there’s a legacy.
Actually, the high point of yesterday was when one of my students filed a story about a city council meeting that featured “activists” complaining about “smart meters,” i.e. electric meters that can be read remotely, via cellular signals. Of course, this being the United States, this has caused no end of paranoia. The meters are either emitting signals that cause brain cancer, or stealing our data. Actual quote: “It is an infringement upon our constitutional rights.”
My advice to the student: Get the utility’s comment, and then run with that sucker. Some activists are more interesting than others.
How was your Wednesday?
It looks as though HBO’s “Game Change” is worth watching, and if you can’t bear it, by all means read Hank’s review. He’s so smart about these things:
Like its star character, the movie can be interpreted a number of ways, depending on your vantage point. If you are eternally baffled by Palin’s rise, then please enjoy the horror flick. If you harbor sympathy for someone who was plucked from near-obscurity and thrust into an impossible 11-week frenzy far beyond her skills or education, then it’s a psychological thriller. If you’re just a politics wonk, then it’s basically porn.
Americans are still uptight about poor women having sex, teenage girls having sex, queer women having sex, and women who openly reject the path to marriage and motherhood having sex, but they’re just fine with the Sandra Flukes of the world having sex. Cohabitation before marriage is the national norm, and not just for my generation. I’m from Texas, for god’s sake, and I can probably count the married couples I know under 60 who didn’t live together before marriage on one hand, and in all my life, I’ve never known anyone to have a fight with their family about that.
And now, whaddaya know, it’s already Thursday. Let’s hope something happens of note around here.