Maureen Dowd in her NYT Sunday Opinion piece reminds us of the circles she travels in. If you are anywhere near suicide and need a push, all you need to do is just read the headlines of the end-of-the-world- stories in this section. Newspaper assisted suicide. Available weekly if at first you don't succeed.
Examples:
•First page: Whims, Impulse, Memes and Lies...America should never fight a war like this.
•This Is What Trump Is Fixated on Right Now?
•Better Ways To Spend the War's Billions
•2008's Financial Crisis Was Bad. What's Next May Be Worse.
•Joe Kent Blames Israel for the War. So Will Many American.
•An Unjust War Without Plan or Purpose
•Americans Deserve The Truth About Iran
•Dubai Was Supposed to Be safe, But War Doesn't Work That Way
•Measles Is Roaring back, and We're Not Ready
•White House to Music Fans: Just Kidding About Coming to Save You
Ain't nothing good happening here.
But Maureen's column is a bit of sunshine. At least until it devolves into an anti-AI screed.
Maureen is always dropping names. I'm guessing she's considered a Washington D.C. political reporter, but she's really a Hollywood reporter.
She reminds us where he goes: "I certainly felt aspirational. I aspired to have fun in the beautiful, curvaceous new wing of the Los Angeles County Museum of art—before my high heels started to hurt"
The translation is she was at Vanity Fair's after Oscars party. That's some columnist's gig she's got there. Expenses to attend the Oscars and rub elbows after? Well, at least it turned into a story. For tax purposes it had to.
We are treated to the celebrity eye-candy Maureen encountered. "Stars like Larry David and Al Pacino, who often dart away early [implication is she's been there before] were grinning and lingering. And who doesn't like to see Mick Jagger devilishly dancing with Jon Batise." Who? Isn't that two guys? Don't ask Jake, it's Hollywood.
Jeff Bezos and Lauren Sánchez "were acting as passionate as a couple of teenagers." Jeff, get a room to keep the honeymoon from being over with your overstuffed pool toy. (My daughter's description of Lauren.)
"Timothée and Kylie Jenner were holding court across the bar from Kendall Jenner and Jacob Elordi.[Wuthering Heights] A gorgeous Jane Fonda [83, a reworked visage], was naturally, literally getting her feelings off her chest, sporting a "BLOCK THE MERGER" button on her deep-brown sequin gown—referring to the depressing marriage of Paramount and Warner Bros. Discovery." Nothing new here. Jane is always beseeching the government to do something.
"The party was a euphoric vibe." At least until Jeremy O Harris, a young playwright who shot to fame with "Slave Girl and Sam Altman, "the sly C.E.O. of OpenAI" got into a protracted grudge match over the use of AI by the Pentagon for classified work. Harris accused Altman of being "Goebbels of the Trump Administration."
Harris later said he misspoke after too many martinis. You think? He meant to compare Altman to Friedrich Flick, a prominent Jewish businessman who made a fortune working with the Nazis. Frick was found guilty of war crimes at Nuremberg and sent to prison." Altman's people are mad at Harris for being antisemitic.
And there you have it. The Washington reporter is the Hollywood reporter. Mark that expense report PAID. After all, Maureen did win a Pulitzer decades ago.
Gee whiz Maureen. You ruined all the fun! We find out more about a tipsy playwright than where Jeff Bezos's hands might have been headed in that "dimly lit" little corner.
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