After a long (and unintended) break from reading magazines and generally living like a normal person, I was looking forward to diving right back in and checking in on what the kids were reading. So far, though, I am regrettably 0 for 2 in the game of Reading Things That Don't Suck.
First was Philip Weiss's pseudointellectual, failed attempt at justifying his either past or future adultery. Second was Emily Gould's over-the-top melodramatic exploration of her personal life while working for Gawker. (Best/worst line: "Instead, though, I kept moving blithely closer to the spoon." And no, it isn't better in context.) I should say that I actually kind of liked what Gould did while she was at Gawker, and I don't begrudge anyone their desire to write about their personal lives online, but look, if you're the kind of person who's going to betray your significant others' privacy, you're going to do it with or without a Typepad account. You may convince Gerald Marzorati that it's all wrapped up in some "larger political or ethical or philosophical concerns," but you're not fooling the rest of us.
Back to my pile of magazines. Here's hoping things get better.
