I don’t have the most enlightened respect for journalism or writing for someone who both works at a newspaper and has a minor degree in English. That’s not to say there isn’t brilliant work being done by talented individuals, or fulfilling and important stories being told by writers — I think I just get tired of the self-importance.
You look at professional sports or the medical field and I think it’s fair to say you’re looking at the best of the best when it comes to that specific skill. However, when it comes to media and art, the industry out there right now is populated by some of the silliest, most untalented, and inept people that our species has to offer.
Leah McLaren had a career, folks, as a writer. Leah McLaren is by all accounts an adult person who thought that her positive and quirky contribution this month to the public discourse would be a column in the Globe and Mail where she recounted going to a party, entering the room of Conservative leadership candidate Michael Chong’s infant (although there is something off about the timeline that many reporters have picked up on), and then attempting to breastfeed it when she herself was not lactating. She played it off like it was a dumb but hilarious b-plot in an episode of Girls.
She’s either the perfect example of clueless media scenesters or one of the most profoundly dark but talented irony trolls of our generation. Depends how much credit you give her.
