So the liberal blogs are getting all fussy about Jesus-loving socialite Sally Quinn's "The Party" column being pushed out of the print edition of the Washington Post and into what Gawker refers to as "the journalism ghetto"--i.e. online.

For those who don't know, I feel that it is my job as a blogger to let you know who the fuck Sally Quinn is, and why any of this actually matters. Quinn is the wife of former Washington Post editor Benjamin Bradlee, who gave her her original job at The Post because he had the hots for her. I don't mean this in any kind of joking way, either. According to Time, legend has it the job interview went down like this: "Can you show me
something you've written?" asked Managing Editor Benjamin Bradlee.
"I've never written anything," admitted Quinn. Pause. "Well," said
Bradlee, "nobody's perfect."
I could call this nepotism at its finest if they had even known each other at this point. They didn't. That freaks me out even more.
So now the question is "Why now?" Well, there has recently been some controversy with Ms. Quinn's column. Quinn's sloppy family life came out in a recent column that I would link to if it hadn't been cleverly hidden by WaPo's insidious paywall to protect them from embarassment. I did, however find her much tamer article describing the situation.
The Awl has (rather amusingly) described why nobody should be stupid enough to read Sally Quinn at all: "But. Could anybody have anything worse to say about Sally Quinn than Sally Quinn does? The column is like a particularly unhinged and confused letter to an advice columnist, only no advice columnist ever shows up to point out how self-deluded and wrong the letter-writer is. It is the Garfield Without Garfield to Ask Amy."
Once again, why the hell are this woman and her ridiculous column important? Well think about it this way: layoffs at every newspaper in the country, print editions of historic newspapers going the way of the Dodo and pay cuts and freezes for the majority of all professional journalists. That's the environment we're in. Writing a 1000-word story about how you're an idiot who can't arrange a calendar and getting paid for it is not what the public, nor the community of journalists needs right now. Quinn's self-indulgent column will still have a life online (it'll just be even MORE Jesus-y there). According to Quinn, she has no regrets. That's good. I'm sure the hundreds of journalists who have lost their jobs and thousands of students who won't have jobs when they graduate because newspapers have to pay the dinosaurs also have no regrets about the field of work they got into. Hopefully. I sure as hell know I regret it every single day of my life.

I could call this nepotism at its finest if they had even known each other at this point. They didn't. That freaks me out even more.
So now the question is "Why now?" Well, there has recently been some controversy with Ms. Quinn's column. Quinn's sloppy family life came out in a recent column that I would link to if it hadn't been cleverly hidden by WaPo's insidious paywall to protect them from embarassment. I did, however find her much tamer article describing the situation.
The Awl has (rather amusingly) described why nobody should be stupid enough to read Sally Quinn at all: "But. Could anybody have anything worse to say about Sally Quinn than Sally Quinn does? The column is like a particularly unhinged and confused letter to an advice columnist, only no advice columnist ever shows up to point out how self-deluded and wrong the letter-writer is. It is the Garfield Without Garfield to Ask Amy."
Once again, why the hell are this woman and her ridiculous column important? Well think about it this way: layoffs at every newspaper in the country, print editions of historic newspapers going the way of the Dodo and pay cuts and freezes for the majority of all professional journalists. That's the environment we're in. Writing a 1000-word story about how you're an idiot who can't arrange a calendar and getting paid for it is not what the public, nor the community of journalists needs right now. Quinn's self-indulgent column will still have a life online (it'll just be even MORE Jesus-y there). According to Quinn, she has no regrets. That's good. I'm sure the hundreds of journalists who have lost their jobs and thousands of students who won't have jobs when they graduate because newspapers have to pay the dinosaurs also have no regrets about the field of work they got into. Hopefully. I sure as hell know I regret it every single day of my life.





