Mr. Greenfield also mentioned Wonkette for political gossip, and cited the first thing everyone mentions when they mention the Wonkette. Groan.
Look, I understand that she needs a paycheck, that Howard Stern is a ratings monster, that sex sells, and that "Sex and the City" has extended the boundaries of hip and humorous.
I also understand that folks like Jeff Greenfield may stop by for the jokes, but they stay for the content, which I have no doubt is first rate.
That said, I am old enough to remember when comedians would substitute the 'F' word for a punchline - I was not a fan of shock humor then, nor have I warmed to it over the years (Yes, I made an exception for the baked beans scene in "Blazing Saddles"). And I am especially irked by my sense that Wonkette is only considered to be funny because she is a woman - would Jeff Greenfield by yukking it up if those a**-f****** jokes were coming from a guy's site? Doubtful.
Grrr. If this is the sort of attention-seeking behavior that leads to success for female journalists, then I have a vested interest in what seems even to me to be a tired feminist argument. Since I have some smart-as-a-whip nieces and daughters who are talented researchers and writers, I would prefer that they not be evaluated on their willingness to engage in raunchy rhetoric.
What I want to know is, if Shafer and Maguire are so smart, where's their $275,000 book advance? I can't stand people who hate on a girl just because she's successful and talented. Word on the street is that Cox's forthcoming novel, Dog Days, is going to be awesome: Sort of Anna Karenina meets The Devil Wears Prada. Only with cursing and, you know, A2M.