Stones. JBF. Casting of.

The alleged big debate continues to be whether food blogs have gone mainstream, but I think no one is asking a bigger question: How horrifically has old media allowed itself to be degraded by blogginess? Not only did our hometown paper print a recipe that had clearly never been vetted by the Dining section, let alone tested, let alone copy-edited to conform with style. My old check-writer let the water-carrier for the Lump in the Bed trash the new occupant of the White House dining room for ordering a cheeseburger. And the stupidity actually had traction. I’m not quite old enough to remember, but was this what it was like when the Pill first made it possible for women to “communicate” with men without the guys having to pay?