Sappho has nothing on this
OMG. I can’t read the NYT anymore. I just can’t–not their op-ed section, at any rate, and not their Style section, either. The op-ed page, aside from Bob Herbert and the board editorials, are full of crap writing that’s often just imbecilic, disgusting vitriol, poorly researched and poorly argued to boot. The Style section relies on sexism to prop it up. Dining & Food is still decent, but it’s the only section of the NYT I read these days. Time to delete the NYT bookmarks on my toolbar and start reading the BBC and The Economist in earnest.
I wrote a poem at work today:
O, fruit sublime
O, succulent flesh divine,
How I wish you were mine!
I want you, I need you,
I can’t help but eat you–
OM NOM NOM!
“Ode To A Blood Orange”
*bows* I’ll be here all week, thank you!
November said,
2008 January 23 at 8:11 PM
*applauds wildly* A masterpiece!
And I’m with you on the NYT, unfortunately. I’ve been getting more and more frustrated with them, and I’m not sure if it’s because they’re getting worse or my tolerance is eroding. *sigh*
Bianca Reagan said,
2008 January 27 at 3:48 PM
Hee hee!
pizzadiavola said,
2008 February 5 at 11:37 AM
Novembersnow,
thank you! i’ve been trying to come up with other fruit-inspired poems, but it’s been unsuccessful so far. :( the blood orange muse strikes only once, like lightning!
The level of journalism in the NYT just seems to be sliding precipitously downhill (I mean, they hired Kristol? And why does Maureen Dowd still get column space? Her poison pen belongs on Page Six, not on a reputable paper’s op-ed page!), and I wonder if it’s always been that way or I’m only noticing it more now.
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