Hothouse

I can't be the only one to notice the irony in how the whole will-she-or-won't-she Elizabeth Spiers/Gawker/New York Magazine affair has turned into exactly the kind of essentially meaningless, navel-gazing and narcissistic New York media circus that Elizabeth skewered so expertly at Gawker, can I?

In the event that you missed the whole feeding frenzy, it all started with this piece from Women's Wear Daily, which was picked up by Jeff Jarvis, followed by Gawker itself chiming in and the ever-lovely Ms. Spiers offering her side of the story (executive summary: Not Exactly True). MemeFirst has weighed in, as has Xeni Jardin over at BoingBoing and the good folks at Gothamist. Perhaps the second-most amusing part is that Jason Calacanis, a serial entrepreneur with one-and-a-half mostly useless magazines and a demonstrated inability to use the apostrophe properly to his credit, is attempting to hire Elizabeth away (from whom?) by offering her 50% equity (in what?), a new laptop (ooh, how generous—I'm shivering with excitement), and Soho House membership; however, he seems to have left out what is for most of us the most important part of any job—the paycheck.

The most amusing part is, of course, Choire's observation that "No Comment" is a complete sentence.