The Red Pen and Sarah Palin
Normally, a mag like Vanity Fair isn’t my kind of… umm… fare. I don’t have a lot of patience for celebrity news (albeit still more than I have for Bill O’Reilly). And even though it’s not as trite as People or Us Weekly, I still can’t help but wish VF would go the way of so many other glossy-covers in our post-print age.
But to take a copy of Sarah Palin’s infamously incoherent gubernatorial resignation speech and go through it with a fine-toothed editing comb is simply priceless. This thing is bleeding more than my first story at the old college newspaper. It’s bleeding more than Suge Knight after the 2009 NBA All-Star Game. It’s bleeding more than the cast of Saving Private Ryan. Even this kid is worried.
So here’s to you Vanity Fair. You may die out feeding the masses a mind-numbing puree of asinine celebrity drivel masquerading as intimate portraiture, but at least no one can accuse your editors of falling asleep at the wheel.
This is just the first page. It gets worse. The other 11 can be found in all their red-scrawled, first-grade paper glory here.
