David Carr is a dog person
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