Author Tom Wolfe. His books stand the test of time. No one ever coined cultures better. Social x-rays. Limousine liberals. Radical chic. The ME generation. University athletics as centers of corruption. Astronauts as heroes of a generation. Wolfe’s white suits and literary legacy live on.
I Am Charlotte Simmons. Bonfire of the Vanities. The Right Stuff. Back to Blood. All-time favorites on the Book-Treks shelf.
It seems that Tom’s first job in journalism was as a reporter at The Springfield Union, in Springfield, Massachusetts.
Some in the media got a clue. Michelle Wolf’s outrageous yet often apt comedic rant rang true. Three op-eds in the NYTimes today discuss the media’s Trump obsession and overreach which give him a constant stage and control of his agenda. Dowd. Douthat. Kristof. Well done. Stormy on SNL. That’s funny. Right place and time. Not on CNN and MSNBC all day.
Derby fire soundly doused. As was the track. Tiger still in play on the course at Quail Hollow. Phippy carded a 64 yesterday.
The White House Correspondents’ Dinner. An annual incestuous mixing of media, politics, and irreverent entertainment. The 2011 roast created our current President. This year’s comedian Michelle Wolf affirmed Trump’s decision not to attend. She succeeded in handing Donald the night and seem the bigger person. That’s a tall order. Wolf’s ad hominem attacks on Sarah Sanders’ appearance were what so-called feminists rail against. Plus. Her mean-spirited jokes were not funny. Except the line about congratulating Mika & Joe on their engagement because the #MeToo movement worked so well for them!
Onward to a jam-packed TV night. Killing Eve at the top of any list.
Have we reached the tipping point? Predictable backlash moment. Vester v. Brokaw. Even if all of what the former anchor alleges against veteran journalist Tom Brokaw were true a couple of decades ago. What justice does her so-called accusation achieve today? He is not Cosby nor Weinstein. Nor even Lauer. Every unwanted advance that could have been tactfully dealt with at the time is not a crime worthy of the death penalty. To career. Reputation. Family.
Cable News has decided the Russia collusion obsession isn’t selling that well. So now. They’re competing with the Weather Channel. Stormy reports 24/7. Even crazier. Reports on no Stormy reports from Trump. Like there’s nothing else going on in the world. Kim on a mystery train to a meeting with Xi in China. South Korea making a trade deal with the U.S. Facebook selling your data and affecting tech stocks. Old Supreme giving the NRA its best talking point ever.
Never mind. CNN is back to Russia again.
Unprecedented deal according to South Korean security advisor. Diplomacy over missiles. At least that’s tonight’s announcement. Little Rocket Man to meet Big Rocket Man by May. Is Dennis Rodman lurking in the background? I’ll buy tickets to that show.
But. Hey. Tear down that wall! Credit to sanctions bloviating and bluster. Press corps taken by surprise. Stormy and Russia obsessions off the cable news panels for a few minutes. Priorities.
On to Top Chef finale.
Gridiron Dinner. Old white guys in formal white tie as they stroll through the lobby of a tacky D.C. hotel. Short stubby geezers dragging their tails on the floor. Navigating luggage racks and tourists from Ohio. Silly. And. The elderly women with flabby arms and necks. Haven’t you heard me yet? If you are over a certain age. Long sleeves and collars please! Taking the escalator down to the basement conference room for skits and hilarity. High school prom-y.
Later on SNL. Alec Baldwin had some great lines. But. From what I read. Trump had good joke writers himself. “Who will be the next to leave? Miller or Melania?”
Then tonight. The Oscars. #MeToo replete with plunging skin and slits. Twirling for the cameras. Ridiculous. Who will snub Ryan first?