David Carr is a dog person
Daniel Radosh
From a New York Times profile of stripper-turned-screenwriter Diablo Cody.
Those trips down dimly lighted runways, followed by a short stint as a phone-sex worker — “You have to convince them that your parents don’t know you are on the phone and that you are just aching to get with your physics teacher” — became an unmentionably titled blog.
What, so now we can't even say Pussy Ranch?
[hat tip: Susannah Breslin. ]
Comments
The language here is troubling. To print "f---" is how a twentieth-century newspaper behaves; we might not like it, but ... whatevs. But to refer to a term as generally being "unmentionable" -- that's how a nineteenth-century newspaper behaves. Shame, shame on them.
Posted by: Martin | December 2, 2007 2:37 PM
I just now went and read a theater review, the first NY Times article I've called up in weeks. And -- you guessed it -- it contains a gingerly phrased workaround to avoid using a nasty word. I can't read one single article without being confronted with my dainty Aunt Celeste. (Note: there is no such person.)
See for yourself, the review of the Chicago production of "August: Osage County" by Tracy Letts. The writer quotes -- sort of quotes -- the famous Philip Larkin line about how mum and dad, they fuck you up. Only those aren't the words the Times uses.
Posted by: Martin | December 2, 2007 11:48 PM