Re this: Spin it how you want--hey, page views is groceries when you work for Gawker Media--but the fact of the matter is that this was just a shitty piece. So hyperbolic as to be suspected to be fake by those who should know, it was a too long by several thousand words feature that consisted of a pair of first-person slices of Wonderbread for a lot of anonymous sloppy meat interviews. In the end, the author balked. She didn't deliver the premise upon which her story was based. Running with the big dogs, she fell into the ditches. Fine. Whatever. You're a crappy reporter. The fact of the matter is that wasn't her fault--she is what she is. The blame lies with her editor, who should have killed the piece when Pilot pulled the pussy she'd promised to put on the line in the name of her, um, story. Of course, Radar knew the story would sell as is, which, as one can see by this online trail, it is, sort of, I guess. Note to editors: Next time, try an expert, instead of a hack.
