Whenever someone says "blacks," not "black people," or "African-Americans," or anything that acknowledges humanity over color, it's a tell (Crap, now poker infests the language.) they'd like to be using another word. Like loofa. Or falafel. Or fahloofuh.
Damn, there's barely a journalistic crown here, & all the jewels have fallen out or been sold.
The L.A. Press Club, for example:
In those early years, the club’s board chose a Miss Press Club annually, and selected as its first recipient Marilyn Monroe. In the late 1940s, President Harry Truman spoke at a club luncheon and was so well received by club members they were said to have influenced Truman’s decision to seek another term.
From 1960 until the late 1980s, the booming club owned a large building on Vermont Avenue where it operated a cafe, cocktail lounge and major press conference facility. But as the nature of journalism and journalists changed, reporters lost interest in gathering there, and the facility grew empty. Red ink began to mount, so the club sold the building and moved to leased offices.
Always a shame when a watering hole closes, we're sure all agree. (Come to think of it, we shot a wedding reception there once.)
3 comments:
Brill-O can eff himself with a falafel.
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Errol Louis is awesome- he's truly a jewel in the NY Press Corps/journalism crown.
One Love Ed. Notes:
Whenever someone says "blacks," not "black people," or "African-Americans," or anything that acknowledges humanity over color, it's a tell (Crap, now poker infests the language.) they'd like to be using another word. Like loofa. Or falafel. Or fahloofuh.
Damn, there's barely a journalistic crown here, & all the jewels have fallen out or been sold.
The L.A. Press Club, for example:
In those early years, the club’s board chose a Miss Press Club annually, and selected as its first recipient Marilyn Monroe. In the late 1940s, President Harry Truman spoke at a club luncheon and was so well received by club members they were said to have influenced Truman’s decision to seek another term.
From 1960 until the late 1980s, the booming club owned a large building on Vermont Avenue where it operated a cafe, cocktail lounge and major press conference facility. But as the nature of journalism and journalists changed, reporters lost interest in gathering there, and the facility grew empty. Red ink began to mount, so the club sold the building and moved to leased offices.
Always a shame when a watering hole closes, we're sure all agree. (Come to think of it, we shot a wedding reception there once.)
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