The front page of the New York Post’s Sunday May 28 edition looked, most likely not accidentally, more like a website home page. Gridded, squared-out stories, each dangling some sensational bait.
The cover also doubles as a media Rorschach test. If you could click only one of these web-like print boxes, which one would it be? Here at Fishbowl HQ, we’re burned out on Cosby, lukewarm on Hamptons jet-set melodrama and as far as A-Rod is concerned, congrats to him, but we already knew about that.
So, we went with “I Was a Saudi Arms Dealer’s Pleasure Wife:”
Our relationship ended in the summer of 1982, although there was no written contract to rip up.
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