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Our reaction to stories in which the subject gets strafed by flying adjectives is mostly There but for.... A good takedown is tricky because you’ve got to believe, ultimately, that he/she/it totally deserved it, too. This is certainly true of the following pieces, whose eviscerated subjects include Thomas Friedman, Jay Mariotti, and TED talks. (Incidentally, Spy’s roast of Ivana Trump isn’t in a downloadable format, but it’s too good not to note.)
How To Not Be The Biggest Asshole In Media: 4 Lessons I Learned From Meeting Jay Mariotti And Reading His Awful Book
A.J. Daulerio • Deadspin • June 2012
The unpleasant, impossible task of the dealing with the infamous former sports columnist for the Chicago Sun-Times.
“As we sat down at a midtown restaurant (The Dream Hotel, a second choice after the Carnegie Deli), Jay Mariotti was introduced to me by his then-agent, Reed Bergman of Playbook Inc., who struck me not so much as a person but a bad toupee with a human attached. Reed sat next to me the whole time, so I presume the whispering occurred while I was in the bathroom. I now know what Mariotti was thinking at the time, or at least what he claims to have been thinking. He was thinking, or he claims to have been thinking, that he'd rather ‘eat alien vomit‘ (as he put it in an email to me) than write for Deadspin; that he'd rather ‘slurp blood from a rotted snake carcass‘ (as he put it in his e-book); that he'd rather ‘eat snail snot‘ (as he put it on Twitter). If he was thinking any of this when we met, it didn't show. All I saw was a guy dressed in a blazer and jeans, the standard uniform of the middle-aged white guy in transition, though on him the effect was more ‘hungover community-college theater instructor. ‘ ”
Hollywood’s Information Man
Amy Wallace • Los Angeles • September 2001
As editor-in-chief of Variety, Peter Bart was one of the most powerful people in the entertainment industry. This piece got him suspended.
“I call Bart and arrange for a final interview. Over several months I had come to know many Peters, but when he welcomes me to his office I don’t know which one to expect. I tell Bart I have a copy of the 1996 script he wrote. ‘The script I wrote, ‘ he repeats, neither confirming nor denying. I look into the face of the man with the incredible memory. It is blank. But one knee starts jiggling, and he fiddles idly with the band of his watch.
“‘Boy, you got me. Did I write a script? Now I’m facing memory loss,’ he says, as I pull a copy of Crossroaders out of my bag. He looks it over. ‘Let’s just say this is a script that has Leslie’s name on it. What does that indicate? Therefore—therefore, what?’ ”
The Buzz Factory
Joseph Nocera and Peter Elkind • Fortune • July 1998
A profile of Steven T. Florio, then-president and CEO of Condé Nast Publications.
“Lots of chief executives are loud, egotistical, and profane. But there is another dimension to Florio's way of doing business that raises eyebrows. Even his supporters acknowledge that in Florio's hands, truth is a fungible commodity. Inside the company it is well known, as a former executive puts it, that ‘anytime Florio tells you a number, you should cut it in half. ‘ Virtually everyone interviewed for this story--whether friend of Florio or foe, current Condé Nast employee or former employee--agrees that Florio has a compulsion to exaggerate and even to make things up. Florio once told Interview magazine about taking a year after college to counsel underprivileged kids in New York: ‘Esquire hired me to work in the research department, but I never actually showed up for my first day of work at Esquire until a year later, after I'd worked as a career counselor in some of the tougher neighborhoods in New York, convincing kids with backgrounds similar to mine to stay in school.’ The story isn't true; Florio went straight to work at Esquire after graduating from NYU.”
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