Don't call it a news dump, but Friday evening the New York Times published Woody Allen's response to Dylan Farrow's recently renewed allegations of sexual abuse. This puts the Times in the awkward position of having declined to publish Farrow's letter as an editorial but publishing Allen's response. Farrow responded on the Hollywood Reporter, Maureen Orth pointed out some facts in Vanity Fair, and by far the best explanation I've seen why you should not believe Woody Allen is this blog post by Lili Loofbourow.
Woody/Dylan is the kind of tab that has started doing damage to people unrelated to the original controversy, like Joyce Carol Oates, who spoke up inadvisably on Twitter, comparing actual child abuse to writing a book:
Though Woody Allen has been much denounced, very likely many of his denouncers greatly admire Nabokov's "Lolita." No contradiction?— Joyce Carol Oates (@JoyceCarolOates) February 8, 2014
Which, ok, that's pretty bad, but she went on to play the "lynch mob" card, in an admirable effort to shed a few more of those pesky followers:
Perhaps the object of the lynch mob isn't important: it's the passion of righteousness that bonds the mob. Intervene at your own peril.— Joyce Carol Oates (@JoyceCarolOates) February 9, 2014
Shingy was the baby that cost AOL $1million in health care— Katie Notopoulos (@katienotopoulos) February 7, 2014
AOL Chief Executive Jerk Tim Armstrong's comments about "distressed babies" only looked worse by the end of last week. First his numbers were cast into doubt by Olga Khazan. Eventually one of the formerly-distressed parents came forward to tell her story, which doesn't make Armstrong look any more sympathetic. But perhaps the worst blow was when, Friday afternoon, this troll-haired late-90's time-traveling buffoon appeared on live TV representing AOL. It's hard not to wonder how much AOL is paying self-proclaimed "digital prophet" Shingy. If it was a joke, it would be hilarious. If.
In NYMag, Kevin Roose reports at length on Silicon Valley's renewed effort to get into politics. Let's just hope it's not these idiots ("And it’s like, ‘Oh. Done.’ We have a mechanical bull. Game-changer. Innovate.").
In the world of the platisher, Omidyar & Greenwald's news thing First Look launched today with a report on the NSA targeting drone strikes with phone data. The site has been occasionally available, so good luck.
It will never not be snowing. We will die and it will still be snowing. Then it will continue to snow.— laura olin (@lauraolin) February 10, 2014
Flappy Bird may show game publishers that they don't know what the gaming public wants, but one thing it definitely shows that we do want is Flappy Bird. Unfortunately, now we can't have that either. You could try Clam Smackdown instead? Or a Flappy Bird clone? Herrman thinks you should try Badland. I will probably go back to not playing games, myself.
Everything is a Hoax, chapter 3,261: Amanda's Brain Cancer.
Don't think of it as global ecological collapse, think of it as a really good time to be a jellyfish. Don't think of it as slaughtering a healthy young giraffe, think of it as a really good day to be a lion. Don't think of it as the hideously cynical exploitation of a tragic death, this of it as... actually that's pretty much all this is. At least it was briefly a good day to be a panda.
Get ready for ZOMBEAVERS. NFL prospect Michael Sam comes out which will make him, somewhat unbelievably, the first openly gay NFL player. How can that even be, srsly? Brands are over. Industry Accurately Parodied.
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Today's Song: Dan Le Sac vs. Scroobius Pip, "You Will See Me"
~No point in mentioning these tabs, I thought. Poor bastard will see them soon enough.~
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