My estimable colleague at The Kicker, my own little Louella Parsons, has a complaint. "There are no good media scandals to report on right now," she pouts, kicking into gear for a listicle:

"Jayson Blair - Over
Stephen Glass - Infinity + Over
Sale of New York Magazine (Not literally "over," but, you know, Over)
Gregg Easterbook - Yawn.
Rosie O'Donnell - No more! Make it stop!
McDonald's heir gives NPR small boatload of money - ZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...."

I will go my dear pal one better: scandals themselves are actually over. We live in what frou-frou Frenchie theorist Guy Debord would call — if anyone could hear him screaming from inside his coffin — the ScandelEra. Err. The Spectacular Age. Fuck. Oh, some stupid joke like that. You know what I mean.

As for scandal society: like the bionic man, we can rebuild it. Media scandals are so over. Celebsploitation is completely over. Youth culture and its fashions are deeply and importantly over.

Except maybe those little corduroy hats the kids are wearing on St. Mark's this morning. That shit is tight, yo.
Hirshberg vs. MacFarguhar [The Kicker]