Sex and power go together, but what is a bit unusual is Sleaze and The New Yorker in partnership.
But that's another truth: SEX SELLS, and the fey intellectuals and white Upper Class sophisticates who kept The New Yorker going through those years of Steig and Steinberg, Dorothy Parker and Lillian Ross, John Cheever and Woody Allen, and theetah and fillum reviews...are gone.
The New Yorker began looking over its shoulder at the way "New York" took a lot of its readers away with its emphasis on all kinds of entertainment, not just effete nonsense. Another magazine, "Time Out New York" diluted the market even more, and with "out" in its title, was sure to steal away a lot of gay readers. "New York" gained national attention for a scandal cover on Bill Cosby and his accusers. That seemed to be when "The New Yorker" staff realized..."Celebrity Sex Scandals is the Way to Go!" Harvey Weinstein. And? And who else?
Ronan Farrow, unable to dig up a bunch of women to diss his father Woody Allen, has made it his lucrative business to go after any other white heterosexuals he can find. With his silver-spoon Mama Mia greasing the trails, he's had little trouble getting his foot in the door for everything from a cable TV show to high-paying magazine work with, no doubt, a staff of investigators to help him.
R. Kelly is not likely to be a target for a New Yorker investigation, right? He's too...black? Yes. Either The New Yorker doesn't think blacks read their magazine, or they simply aren't about to be accused of racism. (Was there a point in the article on Eric Schneiderman, where somebody suggested that the new district attorney be a woman of color? Letitia James, perhaps? She did SUCH a nice job screaming about a statue of a white guy in Central Park, she got it removed even though Dr. Simms was a great man and not a racist at all. But fact-checking is SUCH a bore.)
Was there any part of the article on Schneiderman where the women involved were asked why they didn't walk IMMEDIATELY? Does a woman really need the #MeToo movement or a crowd of giggling idiots in pussy hats, to let them know that it's ok to NOT be slapped in the face? One of the women spoke of over a year of Schneiderman getting more and more slap-happy, un-consensual, and downright rude with his demeaning dirty talk. Did she ever say "One more word and I go find Gloria Allred?"
Eric insists everything was consensual, and in his feverish condition of pursuing criminals and hedge fund weasels all day, and needing to get rid of his aggression via sex at night, maybe he needed to be slapped back, to know that he was going too far. In real S&M relationships, there are "safe words" used when one party is going too far. Maybe Ronan Farrow will explain that to some woman next time he interviews them. If he does. These articles are group efforts, no? Or doesn't Ronan have quite the presence to get a woman's attention? His TV series failed because despite looking like Mia Farrow, he lacks her charisma. He's more a cross between a Barbie doll and Truman Capote. Capote became known outside the pampered world of society by writing "In Cold Blood." Now it's in cold semen, with Ronan Farrow.
But, hell, The New Yorker is going below the belt in every way. How about The New Yorker coyly putting out several hardcover volumes of cartoons not fit for the actual magazine? Ahem, ahem, these were just too rude for the magazine at present, but somehow, we are going to sell them to you anyway. Along with our new, lurid line of celebrity sexposes.
Let's see...can we name another well known celebrity who talked dirty to women, spanked them, abused them...many of them...TIGER WOODS? No, no, he's also black. That wouldn't interest that small circle of friends at The New Yorker, who so far have shown much more interest in taking down white heterosexual Jews.
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