It's Shout Out Morning Apparently: Nick Denton, You're Up
I wanted to blog about Denton's gloom and doom memo yesterday, but employers who actually pay me were angrily tapping their feet and pointing to the ticking clock. I didn't finish all that until 11ish or so, at which point Mr. Lacy was angrily tapping his foot and pointing to the clock. Of course, as the day unfolded, the memo got even more interesting with the closure of Valleywag and decision to fold its editor Owen Thomas into Gawker.
A small tribute to the 'Wag is in order. I've had a love-hate relationship with ValleyWag, but mostly love. No other blog has consistently, amusingly or absurdly written about me as ValleyWag. They've stepped over the line a few times, but mostly haven't been mean-spirited, even when loads of other bloggers were. Also, they've always strictly respected my wishes not to invade my personal life and give Mr. Lacy his privacy as a non-Internet "civilian," and even stayed away from skewering Olivia.
Valleywag's "Sarah Lacy" tag shows 80 posts-- many of which I'd never even seen! The most absurd thing they ever wrote? Nick Douglas' post that I'd gotten a half a million dollar book deal. I laughed when he asked me if it was true, and asked if he knew anything about publishing economics, which he apparently took as confirmation. The most inconsequential post about me? That's tough but I'm going to say the one about what shoes I was wearing to the Crunchies. The one everyone wished was true? The one that said I threw a drink in Michael Arrington's face at the first lobby. (Always the people pleaser, I rectified that disappointment here.)
Of course the single most famous post about me was written by Nick Denton himself, "Smoking Sarah Lacy." You'll notice before this post it was nearly impossible to find a photo of me online-- and believe me bloggers tried hard in the wake of the oh-so-scandalous Digg cover. I always laugh when people talk about how "self-promotional" I am, given that for ten years of my career you never knew a thing about me other than my byline.
That wasn't an accident. People judge women harshly and I always wanted my career to be about good journalism, not my personality, gender, clothes or looks. My husband-- a photographer-- didn't even post any photos of me on his blog or Flickr account. I fought with BusinessWeek when they said I had to have a blog photo, and then picked a pretty unflattering one.
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