“I am a lousy martyr,” writes Jon Friedman, in the latest gripping edition of MarketWatch.
Then, since he was already on an honesty kick, Friedman also confessed to being grammatically-impaired, incurably verbose and a poor dresser.
Okay, fine, that last part didn’t happen. But then again, it wouldn’t have particularly surprised us, since it encapsulates the precise blend of honesty, integrity and unsolicited confessional we’ve come to look for in Friedman’s incoherent biweekly rants. And today’s column was true to form, grabbing our attention from beginning to end with Friedman’s pseudo-intellectual, feelings of “shame” over his having attended the Time 100 fete!
Stay tuned for Friedman’s shameful confession, after the jump!
Remember, I got on my soapbox not long ago and ripped journalists for attending fancy schmoozefests in Washington. They sold out for the privilege of breathing the same air as the Beltway’s powerful politicians, I wrote so piously in this space.
As it turned out, I too sold out last week for an opportunity to gawk at a lot of celebrities in Manhattan. We were all bought and paid for by Time Warner Inc. for one night, anyway…For all of my hand-wringing, I admit that I had a lot of fun at Time’s fiesta. I enjoyed a very nice white wine at the cocktail hour and then devoured a generous portion of lamb at dinner.”
Better still, Friedman admits to being “one of the last stragglers to leave,” attributes his refusal to wear black-tie to his not owning a tuxedo an anti conformist stance, and cops to feeling slightly dirty.
And while we appreciate his “no holds barred honesty” and forthrightness, we feel that his overly effusive apologies are somewhat in vein. After all, partying with MC Rove, glad-handing politicians and lauding George W. Bush’s comedy routine could arguably be interpreted as selling out. But feasting on mutton, sipping on white wine spritzers and throwing yourself at Rick Stengel?
Now that’s just showing poor taste.
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