It was a long day, and it rained for most of it. Rained, rained and rained some more. Barely cracked 40 degrees. Still, it’s hard to keep a good baseball game down:
Yep, great seats for the Tigers. So that happened.
Just one piece of bloggage today: This piece of shit.
People tell me I should ignore Politico, and I mostly do, but when I read a story that bad, I just get testy. What purports to be a keen examination of Jill Abramson’s tenure as editor-in-chief of the New York Times is such a steaming pile of sexist crapola, I just go ber….serk.
As Billy Jack would say.
Abramson speaks in a slow drawl — “the equivalent of a nasal car honk,” according to Ken Auletta, who profiled her for The New Yorker. It gives her the impression of being distant, almost bored. But the condescension is often noted by others present at meetings. On at least one occasion, sources said, an editor has privately approached Abramson to recommend she apologize to the offended party.
I’ve heard Jill Abramson speak. I didn’t find it condescending. But then, I don’t work for Politico.
I’d rather think about baseball.