As a fan of irony (and wrinkly, for you nasty youngsters), there was no question but that I had to write about Gawker’s follow-up post to the critically important question of whether Donald Trump’s hair was a weave. What makes this too deliciously ironic to pass up? It is the quintessence of both sides of the Gawker Dilemma.
On the one hand, Gawker has demonstrated that its position in the media is to be trivial, unserious, salacious and . . . no, that covers it. If those who hate Gawker for being Gawker, and ripped it a new asshole for airing content that millions of people want to see, and millions feel is “inappropriate” because they conflate their sensibilities with law, needed validation, you just handed it to them on a silver platter. Because Trump’s hair matters?
We all laugh at his hair. We’ve been laughing at his hair for a long time. But it’s just funny. We can all see his hair without you, Gawker. If this is what you call investigative reporting, then you’re the joke your haters claim you are. Was that what you were trying to prove, that you are the asshole of journalism? Well done, then.
But then came the letter. Continue reading
