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Too Many Tote Bags

BIG brouhaha over The New Yorker’s decision to headline its upcoming schmooze fest with Steven Bannon.

I had no issue with Remnick & Co inviting Bannon to participate.

In fact, I’d kinda like to hear Bannon speak. I’m seriously considering buying a ticket for The Economist’s schmooze fest on September 15 where Bannon is on one of the panels. (Although that will make for an extremely crowded weekend, and I will probably need to find a bed in NYC.)

My issue was with The New Yorker’s decision to hype Bannon as a headliner.

Number One: Because that meant I would be hit with a steady barrage of Bannon’s name and likeness in conjunction with the marketing of the event.

Number Two: Since headlining is an indicator of relative importance, what Remnick & Co were saying by conferring this status upon Bannon is that Bannon is more important than Zadie Smith and Harry Bellafonte and Sally Yates and Boots Riley, or any of the other people I might be interested in listening to at the schmooze fest.

I mean—just who was The New Yorker angling to have show up at its schmooze fest with all that Bannon PR? And were they planning a Herman Goerring lookalike contest for one of the breaks?

I was prepared to cancel my subscription over this one. Give back the tote bag!

I don't actually want that tote bag anyway.

I have more tote bags than you can possibly imagine, and I never use tote bags when I go to the grocery store anyway because I need plastic bags to deal with the cat shit situation.

I wasn’t particularly devastated over the prospect of canceling my New Yorker subscription. It’s not like anyone can possibly keep up with The New Yorker.

But Remnick backed down.


Maybe I can use the tote bag to store cat toys.


In other news: Rilly, rilly, rilly hot yesterday. Like horrible hot. Like I went outside once, was immediately hit by this wall of muggy, overheated air, turned around and went back inside, so I spent yesterday feeling as though I was a prisoner.

Was once again in a horrible mood when I spoke to Max on the phone.

I’m sure he thinks I’m demented.

It’s just me and the Scut Factory today. Since I’m in a bad mood anyway, I might as well make money.

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( 12 comments — Leave a comment )
Sep. 4th, 2018 04:33 pm (UTC)
I thought we were aiming to meet on the 16th. Stay at my place! We’ll figure it out.
Sep. 4th, 2018 05:24 pm (UTC)
You are a wonderful friend. Thank you. That makes my life a whole lot easier. XXXOOO
Sep. 4th, 2018 05:38 pm (UTC)
Bannon cooties and all :’D
Sep. 4th, 2018 06:48 pm (UTC)
Maybe he'll see me sitting there in the front row and he'll ask me out!!!!!!! :-)
Sep. 4th, 2018 08:47 pm (UTC)
And were they planning a Herman Goerring lookalike contest for one of the breaks?

My day just got better...
Sep. 5th, 2018 12:32 am (UTC)

At least the Nazis, especially Herr Göring, had snappy uniforms. Bannon not so much.

Sep. 5th, 2018 11:47 am (UTC)
Always a good thing. :-)
Sep. 5th, 2018 11:48 am (UTC)
Bannon really is a slob.
Sep. 6th, 2018 02:10 pm (UTC)
I think you made a post a while ago about Steve Bannon then and now, how he was actually decent looking as a youth before...life happened... Gives me a "There but for the grace of God" reaction ("Gurrrrl, eat your veggies, drink your water, get that heart rate up...")
Sep. 6th, 2018 02:18 pm (UTC)
Very interesting piece. Thank you for the link.

Bannon looks like an alcoholic. But he says he does not drink.

So I must conclude he's dealing with some sort of chronic medical condition that affects the connective tissue (and no, I'm not being facetious here.)
Sep. 7th, 2018 02:40 am (UTC)
Toby calls The New Yorker, "the monthly magazine that comes every week." I don't think that's original with him.
Sep. 7th, 2018 11:53 am (UTC)
I like The New Yorker primarily for its archives. The novel I'm trying to write takes place in the 30s; The New Yorker is really good for status details from that era.

Many of the articles are great. But, man! I am way too lightweight to keep up with them.
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