Sunday, July 13, 2008
Last night everything I thought I believed in was kindasorta ripped out from under me. And I can't write about it, because it will be read, and I'm not up to exposing the vicious underbelly of the New York Media World.
It is, unfortunately, not enough to be honest in this city. I will not give blowjobs for bylines. I will not laugh at peoples' unfunny jokes because I want them to be impressed by me. I will not become someone else so that I can be absorbed into this elite, nefarious world where people trade intellect like currency. Ironically, it's all bankrupt.
I am getting out of New York for awhile, from August-January. Perhaps the person who gave us this advice should heed it, too: Get out. New York is not a place for serious people.
And it's a terrible place for an honest writer.