Vanity Fair editor Graydon Carter has finally renewed his contract, so not to worry, VF readers: you won't have to face any living people on the cover for at least three more years.
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Ug. Retch. Bleeech.
Nope, still haven't gotten it out. OK, true story: I know someone who wrote there. For more than 30 years. You'd know their name. A workhorse and producer. Got fired. Via a note slipped under their fricking apartment door. No phone call. No nothing.
Graydon Carter, this gives me a chance to tell you to kiss my fucking ass on behalf of my friend and everyone else you've obviously been a dickwad to. Uncongratulations.
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Thanks for the warning, I almost picked up a copy of Vanity Fair along with my Trapper Keeper and a bag of Pizzarias.
