Corporate Incest Is Just Another Way to Say You're Screwing Yourself
Purely a coincidence, I'm sure. I'm mean there's no evidence at the News-Press that sleeping with someone gets you a position at the paper, right Nipper?
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“We discovered that it was OK to have a little high-brow as long you have a lot of low-brow. That’s entertainment value. The one thing you want to avoid is the middle brow, because the whole world is frigging middle brow at the moment.” – Jon Langford
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During the last N-P trial, Steepleton conceded that that his wife received perfect scores in her performance evaluation -- which he wrote.
I'll just say this, even though I know it's low (but hey, water seeks it's own level): anyone who could sleep with Steepleton should have no qualms (or queasiness) about working at the SBNP. Same analogy applies for McCaw and the Nipper.
Speaking of the NP Life section, I just wondered if you'd dare to speculate on this, George, as it's been nagging me for a long time: Why to you think J. Woodard continues to freelance for that rag? It diminishes my respect for him. Sorry if this speculation crosses a privacy line you want to maintain on this blog.
Point taken on Woodard, but there's only x amount of freelance criticism work available in SBA, and the N-P is probably the biggest resource.
I would be thrilled if he (and others) could afford not to work for Wendy (that would certainly diminish her product even more). But let's be real: I don't think the economy has improved in the two years since the meltdown and I doubt that it has become less expensive to live in SBA since then, either.
There are still several good people at the N-P, and I don't have any beef with them taking Wendy's money.
I'm happy I left, but even though I've recently improved my living situation by moving to Long Beach, it's still a rare day that I don't think about how much I loved living in SBA. That could also be a factor for some of those people.
And please stop hating on Charlotte Boechler. Love is blind. (Scott's still fair game.)
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