In your indignant Wednesday media column: yet another example of the WSJ's determined surliness, big media buys cheap ass stories, the battle for control of the doomed Philly papers, and Alex Pareene is somewhere else now.
A tipster tells us this mysterious Sarah Palin magazine—another one—was found in a Target in Atlanta. "Historical Moments in Time," "Plus, Book Reviews." Why? How? Atlanta-area readers, please pick up a copy at once—for Sarah(?).
In your snippy Tuesday media column: Rupert Murdoch gets snippy at Pinch Sulzberger, Sumner Redstone gets snippy at Rupert Murdoch, we get snippy at the LA Times, and Variety's readership gets snipped.
In your energetic Monday media column: Richard Beckman has a hardcore plan for The Hollywood Reporter, newspaper circulation declines, The Wrap gets paid big time, and anonymous angry stories from the bowels of the New York Post.
Last night was football night andmagazine night in America! New York hosted both the National Magazine Awards and the first round of the NFL Draft. Which one was better? Which was more embarrassing? Which had Anna Wintour?
Belgian men's magazine Che, one of the foremost practitioners of assvertising, has a fun new online promo: "The Blow Job," rowrrrr. **May result in your image being recorded and used by Che for promotional purposes. Blow it hard, fellas! [Adrants]
In your seething Thursday media column: Keith Olbermann says Dan Abrams' thing is so dumb, Bloomberg Businessweek is here, David Remnick talks and talks, and the future of journalism is TBD.
In your party-oriented Wednesday media column: the NYT launches a nightlife column, Julie Chen prepares to take on The View, ads masquerading as news in L.A., and One Man: Two Identical Letters to the Editor.
You, the average sports-loathing homosexual Gawker reader, might be surprised to hear that as of late 2007, ESPN Magazine pap merchant Rick Reilly was the highest-paid writer in the country. But he's finally shutting up (a little). Thank god.
In your pleasant Tuesday media column: Glenn Beck vs. Joe Klein, a stranded-in-the-airport magazine, Dave Eggers wants to marry print and live in Never-Neverland with it, and Les Moonves struggles through another year of penurious wages.
Forbes is seeking to put together a top-flight team of media bloggers! They offer bloggers the chance to write for "millions of Forbes readers." In return, bloggers get no money. Sound good?
In your comment-free Monday media column: Tracy Morgan sits at the fancy table, rumors of a departure from Vogue, the WSJ targets NYT advertisers, everyone wants student newspapers to shut up, and black reporters are disappearing fast.
Magazines are in trouble. Fashion is expensive, but we're broke. Americans aren't as purty as the celebrities are. Not to worry, impoverished unattractive celebrity-worshiping American magazine consumers! A magazine just for you is a wild success.
Andrew McCarthy—Weekend at Bernie's Andrew McCarthy, not "the crypto-fascist—is now a travel writer forThe Atlantic. He joins Liz Phair. See? There are awesome magazine gigs available for people who didn't go to some fancy journalism school!
In your dangerous Thursday media column: a serious criminal charge for leaking to a reporter, Marie Claire goes all natural, the WSJ steals an AP reporter, and a new editor at In Touch.
The Tea Partiers had a magazine for sale, at their Tea Party in Boston today. It cost $20 a copy! So... print isn't dead? And Teabaggers are adopting the Dave Eggers model for newspapers.
In your woofin' Wednesday media column: Arianna Huffington's allotment of celebrity seats at the White House Correspondents Dinner is the greatest issue facing journalism in America, the National Enquirer was stiffed, BusinessWeek is clueless, and an alt-weekly loses.
In your tense Tuesday media column: Paul Krugman vs. Andrew Ross Sorkin, Arianna pontificates, the NYT redesigns a section, and Teddy Koppel has something to say, about news!
The Great Magazine Die-Off of 2008-09: has it ground to a halt, leaving the industry poised to spring forward into a new decade? Maybe. How lucky do you feel, magazine people?