Don't look now but there's a schmuck on the loose in the Fourth Estate. Actually, there's whole roving squadrons of them, but I'm here to spotlight just one: Linda Greenhouse of The New York Times. Seems the lady objects to being televised. With that dour expression I can't say I blame her, but when you're a working reporter appearing before a freakin' journalism conference, you simply cannot send C-Span packin'. Yet that's exactly what Linda did the other day when she refused to take part in an panel discussion unless the cable access people strike their gear. Tragically, the event organizers buckled under Greenhouse's considerable pout and sank a dagger in the back of the quietest camera crew in town. Et tu Brute? And what about you, Missus New York Times reporter? Don't wanna share with the group? Too accustomed to dropping your bon mots on a room full of chortling insiders to brave the white hot spotlight of a few daydreaming C-span techs? Hey, that reminds me, Book TV's on. I gotta go. Oh yeah ... Schmuck!
(Thanks to Mark on Media)