In keeping with our ever-vigilant coverage of the children of the ruling class and their enviable entry-level gigs, may we present to you Sara Moonves, daughter of toothy CBS CEO Les Moonves. When you're the spawn of someone that influential, you don't just get a choice internship — you get extra freelance work as well.
Amid the excitement over Jade Frampton at Elle and Meghan McCain at Newsweek, we would be remiss to not note the latest crop of notables at Vanity Fair, already the stomping grounds of Cate Edwards, some Katzenberg, and who knows how many others. Arianna Huffington, at last week's Slate panel on the future of print, mentioned that her daughter is interning at VF this summer; we've confirmed she's talking about 16-year-old Christina, who was also photographed in the magazine back in December. Plus, we're pleased to introduce a new assistant: Young Liz Hanks.
And continuing to stay abreast of which celebrity spawn are answering whose phones, we ought to point out that a Newsweek intern this summer is a certain daughter of a certain Arizona senator. No doubt she's excited to be there, but we wonder just how excited Newsweek is to have her. No one likes a maverick and outspoken intern.
• Jenna Elfman defends Scientology by screaming in public and asking people if they've raped babies. If only she were allowed to take her medication, these outbursts could be prevented. [TMZ]
• If you watch that Thomas Friedman video again carefully, you just might notice a young lady in the background, swilling champagne. Apparently, she's his daughter — and she just graduated high school. But who doesn't booze their way through Daddy's big night? [Fishbowl NY]
• Lower East Side stinkpit Rothko shuts its doors — but where will the little hipsters dance now? [Brooklyn Vegan]
• The mathetmatical formula for Bridget Harrison. [Julia Allison]
• Andrew Hearst — the man just hired to edit Vanity Fair online — brings you Sementeen, for adolescent and teenage boys everywhere. [Panopticist]
• You kind of knew Jon Stewart would be a good tipper. [New York Hack]
• The rights to John Steinbeck's works have been awarded to his son and granddaughter, neither of whom will have to lift a finger ever again. [AP]
• Surprisingly enough, wearing your Anderson Cooper fan shirt to Anderson Cooper's book signing does not scare the silver fox. [Understandish]
• Our worldly brother Gridskipper is in desperate need of interns in New York and Los Angeles. Come join our abusive family, won't you? [Gridskipper]
The Gawker corporate overlords are in need of fresh meat, namely, a summer intern to work a few days a week from our dark hole in Soho starting immediately. On the bright side, you'll be interacting with our incredibly attractive advertising, business, and editorial teams. On the dark side, tasks range from the vaguely crappy to the really quite crappy.
There's an interesting report today on a Columbia undergraduate publication's punnily and speech-impedimently named blog, the Bwog, regarding an old trove of slush-pile submissions to The New Yorker's poetry department:
We were joking — sort of — when we suggested earlier that life at New York magazine is in fact just one big Ivy League reunion. Then this showed up in our inbox, sent out to the Princeton career network last week:
This is, we're told, a real job listing:
A media commentator who's much cleverer and better-known than we are confessed by email earlier today his fondness for Miss Seventeen. He knows it's wrong, he says, but he's just too caught up in one contestant's story:
A reader relays the following adventure in irritating mundacity, in which we learn about the secret, inner-workings of fashion magazines:
Oooooo. Some interns got in trouble.
