I honestly don't expect much from the free Metro subway paper. For one thing, it's a free paper, and for another it's designed to be read at an hour when I'm not physically capable of expecting much. That I am sometimes driven to mild irritation at the hack writing and/or shallow insight says reams about how dreadful it actually is.
Then I saw
this article about 'celebrity journalism giant' Bonnie Fuller yesterday morning. The first few paragraphs had me mildly interested. The rest catapulted me straight past irritation and right to 'that bout with PMS of which we no longer speak'.
So. Much. Fail.
I don't know who to toss bricks at first. Fuller, for having real power to 'explore the world' via Michael Jackson, the Balloon Boy and Jon & Kate and using it to spawn cocktail chatter; or her interviewer, for not having even the tinest particle of wit required to realise what he's currently doing with his actual journalism degree. If he has one. Maybe it's 'communications'. Or 'media studies'...
"The great thing about celebrities today is that they come in all different ages, shapes, sizes and ethnic backgrounds... If your marriage is in trouble and you're wondering if you can go through a divorce, you can look to Jon and Kate..."
Somehow, it all just sludges together into one massive wad of bleak. On the plus side, though, I got to spend the rest of the subway ride fantasising about What Woodward & Bernstein Would Do if confronted with this situation. Too bad I got to my stop while they were still taking aim on the Pulitzer toss.