As wingnuts go, he's at least intellectually honest. (Usually.)

Reminds me a bit of Allison Moyet and her work with Yaz.

As long as we're trotting out rumors, the one being floated on Tyler Durden (or The Superficial; I can't keep them straight) is that the video had actually been up since February and only became a big deal after ESPN sent the website hosting it a cease-and-desist letter two weeks ago, because the perpetrator is in fact an ESPN employee who was traveling with Erin Andrews.

I ain't sayin' it's so. I'm just sayin' it's weird. And possibly more likely than the serial-peeping-tom-just-happens-to-hit-the-jackpot version.

In any case, booooo Brennan. Get a clue. No one deserves this, period.

... but this is a good example of a recent, worrisome trend in Broadsheet toward tedium and manufactured "controversy." Might be time to reassess what exactly you're trying to do with this blog.

If only I could have nabbed a gig as Matthew Weiner's babysitter -- THEN I could have gotten a job as a staff writer on the best show on television.

Fourteen years in the trenches in Hollywood, and no one clued me in to the real secret to success. Bastards. :P

No idea how many others. I scan the Broadsheet post summary sentence on the front page, and nine times out of ten lately I just skip on past to the next thing. (Unless the next thing is Stephanie Zacharek, of course.) (This was the tenth time out of ten, but to be fair I only clicked on it because I foresaw where it was going and felt moved to seize the occasion to give Ms. C-F and the eds a little input.)

And I'm not associating myself with some of the more misogynistic comments on this particular article. I'm not down with the overtones. But just because boors think you're wrong doesn't mean you're right. I'm just saying, you're driving me away, and the further away I get, the harder it's going to be to get me back.

Maybe I'm the only one. But I kind of doubt it.

Sorry, Ms. C-F, but it's true. Please stop this stuff. I really want to respect you and this blog, and it's getting harder and harder.

I think they're awesome. More, please, Mattel. (And, BTW, that's not a Telecaster -- it's a Gibson Melody Maker. (<<http://www2.gibson.com/Products/Electric-Guitars/Melody-Maker/Gibson-USA/Joan-Jett-Signature-Melody-Maker.aspx>> if you want to go as her for Halloween. :-) )

Once again:

How is a post about a controversy over a man kissing another man on national television an appropriate subject for Broadsheet?

I'm not arguing with the subject (which I find eminently worthy of discussion). I am calling, yet again, for Salon to revisit and clarify what the mission of this feature is.

Is it or is it not said mission to discuss issues having to do with women, and gender roles involving women? (Again, for me this is rather narrow, but clearly it's the intended purpose of the blog.)

Instead, what seems to happen is that the subject matter wiggles around on a daily basis to fit whatever the writers happen to find interesting in that day's news. (They apparently find gay men pretty interesting. Which is understandable; gay men are pretty interesting. They are not, however, women.)

I have read Broadsheet much less in the last few months than I used to, largely because of its fuzzy sense of purpose and its late addiction to crass pop-culture sleaze. Today's post is doing nothing to reverse that trend for me. I'm just saying.