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Tuesday, June 21

Hero of the Week: Leah McLaren

One of my guilty pleasures on a Saturday morning in the summer is a morning spent out in the garden, newspaper in hand. I read the entire front page section, the Review, the Focus section, and the Toronto section. Needless to say, I read the Globe & Mail, because I prefer their more centrist style of reporting to that of the right-wing National Post - and I also don't like Conrad Black. So, my morning is going quite well, until I reach the third page of the Style section, and Leah McLaren's little contribution. Then things take a rather sharp turn for the worse.

I find it a little frustrating for some self-obesessed yuppie to go on about how hard her life is - hanging out at the Drake Hotel, swilling martinis, and trying to find a strait man who is just gay enough to make him potential date material. Her latest article was - as far as I can tell - about mosquitoes, and was incomprehensibly boring. She is self-absorbed and down right annoying. And what's more, she couldn't write interestingly to save her life. Things like sentence variety, nonchalant repartee, and anything past a rudimentary vocabulary have passed her by. Instead, she chooses to present article after article of juvenile, vapid, insignificant pleas for some fragment of sympathy from those unfortunate enough to read her articles for her terribly rough lot in life. About a year ago, she bought a farm, and now we are presented with irrepressibly drab and awful articles about how bad she is at running a farm.

In Miss McLaren we have a privileged little daddy's girl who spends her nights and days at the Spoke Club and the Drake, hanging out with her other rich, young, hip friends. And we are meant to feel sorry for her? Yes, perhaps being young, wealthy, and popular is a rough deal? I think not. The Globe's readers are just that - readers - and not agony aunts. Why should we have to listen to the whining of this pretentious little socialite who is more interested in the attention than any hint of journalistic integrity. The answer is that we should not; and she should be done away with as expediently - and unpleasantly - as possible.

2 Comments:

Anonymous babs said...

Oh, now that i see her picture, i do know who she is. Yes, I, just like you Simon, read the Globe practically all the way through on the weekend, leaving out business and sports, because lets be honest, i really dont care that much about those two. But anyways, yes, I argee, she is rather stupid. Sidenote(s): the best part of the style section= personplacething. and, what did you think of that peice in the focus section about Race? i thought it was so interesting.

5:02 PM  
Blogger Simon Miles said...

Yeah, I never read the sports section. Obviously - thought I do look at what's on the front page of the business section, and I occasionally read it.

And yeas, I liked that race article. t was interesting, because it almost seemed to be confirming all of those steretypes!

4:22 AM  

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