Gawker has taken up the torch, with a never-gratuitous swipe at The New York Times' own materialism beat writer, Alex Kuczynski.
We've haven't by any means run out of nasty things to say about The New York Times, we've just stopped saying them because they made us feel like angry old men shaking our fists at the sky. Or at least, that's how I felt, so I cut it out.
That said, I don't care if Alex throws her Italo Zuccheli-designed acrylic frisbee or her pashmina Nerf football over our hedges. I'm not letting her go get it. She should have thought of that before she lost it.
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About 14 months ago we went so overboard with unrelenting attacks on Ms. Kuczynksi that I now find that name intolerable, even when raised for criticism. If there was any distinction I did not want, it was "polemicist against rotten newspaper articles about shopping." I loved the Times so I did it from a sense of public obligation. That stage now over, I hope to never again read anything by or about her, here or elsewhere.
crimenotes, did you have a lover's spat with flop this morning, or are you just feeling prickish? jeez.
I'm trying to imagine A-K playing nerf football...OK, if she's nude, it's easier, those saddlebags a-jigglin'.
Nah, Evil, I just have a tic when I see her name. We parsed the hell out of her writings in a way rarely done outside of reading comprehension sections in standardized tests. I wash my hands of her.
She thinks a tight end is a liposuction procedure. In the backyard game, she gets picked last.
CR, thanks. I now need to run for the mind's eyesoap.
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