Gawker devours its own
If you don’t know who Emily Gould is, then you’re one of the four people in the blogosophere who didn’t read Gawker under her editorship or at least some of the New York Times Magazine essay in which she graphically detailed her Icarus-like fall from said editorship. She decided to leave Gawker after she could no longer stand to face the baby piglets she slaughtered daily; their entrails were just too messy for her taste.
In her personal blog, Emily Magazine, she published a post today that recalled — in her usual sympathy-inducing way — the beating she has been taking from a New York Magazine blog headed by another former Gawker editor.
Sensing drama and fresh blood, the current generation of Gawker editors — it seems like just yesterday they emerged from Gould’s hardened womb, blinking at the sudden harsh light — quickly sharpened their flaying knives and descended upon her.
Who knew cannibals’ teeth could be so pointy?
heh, i have never read anything at gawker. i guess that makes me non-savvy.