A weekly meta-roundup of our favorite (mostly) New York media pundits, what they’re saying, why they’re saying it, and an all-important grade, subjective and arbitrary — just like their columns!
Friedman takes a break from New York-centric media stories to focus his gaze on Washington and the meta media trial of 2007: Scooter Libby. Specifically, his disdain for the media-on-media coverage. (Which makes this column even more dizzying than normal.) Friedman loves Tim Russert, just hates coverage of Tim Russert. Which brings him to the N.Y. vs. D.C. media argument: “I can’t imagine that this story is playing in Peoria — or anywhere else outside of the oft-egomaniacal Beltway. People accuse New Yorkers of being thoroughly self-absorbed — and, hell, yes, we are. But the journos in Washington have us beat by miles. No, make that, by light years.” GRADE: B-
Fine uses his media blog not to defend Prince‘s soggy performance at the Super Bowl, as we would’ve liked, but to defend the 30-second Super Bowl ad spot. Nielsen says the game was watched by roughly 92.8 million people. “I would like to point out that any TV producer would gladly amputate a limb to get these ratings for their actual shows.” GRADE: B-
James Brady uses the occasion of the upcoming Matrix Awards to praise “what the unenlightened among us used to call ‘dames'” in media. Brady’s vintage, fraying, name-dropping anecdotes are still intriguing, and serve Brady’s secondary purpose: to show readers he was, at one time, important, just like these women are: “In the late ’60s and early ’70s, when I was publisher of Women’s Wear Daily and then Harper’s Bazaar, a woman like Ann Moore didn’t exist at old school-tie Time Inc. Oprah was a child. No one ever heard of the woman who would become Martha Stewart. A gentleman (Frank Zachary, I believe) ran Town & Country. Cindy Adams was simply funnyman Joey’s young wife. John Mack Carter was the big noise at women’s magazines. I was both editor and publisher of Harper’s Bazaar; today Glenda Bailey and Valerie Salembier hold down those jobs.” That’s right, they do. You don’t. GRADE: C