Extra, extra, read all about me!
Is there a limit to the extent one will shamelessly grovel in public? In case you didn’t see it, check out Frank Mickadeit’s column in the O.C. Register from a few days ago.
In this recent opus Mickey exhibits the fierce prowess that seems to drive journalism these days. Here is what Frank and his employers at the Register think the public wants to know all about; Frank’s lunch schedule:
- having lunch with political consultant Christine Iger;
- getting an olive-oil tasting lesson from restaurateur Antonio Cagnolo;
- getting a liquor-tasting lesson from vodka czar Bill Eldien;
- a slap-happy kiss-ass session with good ol’ boy Mike Carona.
Read the rest of “Mickadeit Lunches On Italian Sausage & Ego”
For a while now, I haven’t written about Mickadeit without including the tag “cigar-chomping courtier-columnist.” He is just all about the man-crushes and name-dropping. Letting us all know that a little powerful-man-musk rubbed off on him that week.
A typical Mickadeit column begins “The other day I caught up with…” and ends “we ended up yakking so long that…” and yes, detours thru disturbingly homoerotic passages like “smiling, buff, color in his cheeks.”
The kind of stuff we all used to make fun of Chris Matthews for until he really outdid himself with his “thrill up the leg” over Obama, and Keith O had to say, “Steady, boy!”
I thought newspapers, especially the Register, used to frown on writters taking free stuff.
Trouble Shooter.
Generally speaking reporters should not accept free meals while working.
Then again as they work for minimum wages these days perhaps that’s a new policy deviation. It’s strange when we say that elected officials can take thousands in campaign contributions from trash haulers and other contractors without it being a conflict of interest but we begrudge a meal for underpaid members of the media.