Poor Katy Weymouth! She just can’t wreck the Post fast enough, can she? I previously pissed on Katy’s parade here, here, and here, when she attempted to turn her home into a house of journalistic prostitution.
Now she’s at it again, telling a reporter that his inspiring tale of a woman who had both arms and legs amputated was a bit of a downer, and not what advertisers in the Washington Post Magazine wanted to see. Amazingly enough, the story was canceled, though Weymouth insisted that this happened with no input from her, because god forbid that the publisher of the Washington Post should influence editorial content.
The Post these days already has one foot in the grave. Weymouth is apparently determined to make the paper a bad joke instead of a sad one. What if they gave a funeral and no one came? We may find out.
Afterwords
Post media critic Howard Kurtz, who doesn’t seem to like Katy very much (can he be the only Post staffer who doesn’t?), has the goods here. Slate media critic Jack Shafer, who also works for Katy, tries to sound sympathetic here—Katy’s still learning, he says. Obviously, he hasn’t realized that Weymouth has absolutely no interest in journalism. The damn thing is supposed to make money, goddamn it! And if she has to auction off Ben Bradlee’s false teeth to turn a profit, so be it! Let him eat mush!
