When I go back and read journalism from the ’70s and ’80s, I can see that there has been little, if any, innovation in the form since. But! While they may not be drastically “new,” there are at least two bits of excitement in internet journalism today that seem somewhat radical. First, Brian Lam at Gizmodo talks overtly about the twisted relationship between tech companies and journalists. (“As one reporter put it while chiding me, ‘Journalists are guests in the houses of these companies.’ Not first and foremost! We are the auditors of companies and their gadgets on behalf of the readers.”) And over on another Gawker Media blog (my former employer, and one that I have deeply conflicted feelings about), Jezebel’s Tracie Egan writes an astounding and reallly not for the faint-of-heart (or crotch) account of schtupping this guy she met in Vegas. It’s BANANAS. And probably NSFW. And a great read.
For a long time, I wanted to write a profile of the designer Tom Ford—and I realized the only way to do so properly would be to have sex with him and write about it. I sent an emissary to him; he declined the opportunity. I was relieved.