the outsiders

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I love Jackie Harvey’s “The Outside Scoop” column in The Onion. It reminds me so much of working at Zap2it.com, where we never met a Variety story we didn’t want to inaccurately repost, or a Sabrina, the Teenage Witch cast member we didn’t want to fawn over.

And I, like Jackie, have woken up with this thought:

Why do I know the name Kim Kardashian? I woke up in the middle of the night and it took me a few minutes before I realized that she was in a sex tape and is now on a reality show. But really, so what? She is just taking up the space in my brain that good, honest celebrities like Gabreille Carteris should hold.

Comments

Laura and the family said…
Maybe if you had met her (or meet her eventually), it would not take too much space in your brain :-)
April 24, 2008 at 6:19 AM
Cheryl said…
Very true. I doubt I'll spend too many sleepless nights contemplating the numerous complexities of the mysterious, enigmatic Kim Kardashian.
April 24, 2008 at 10:33 AM
Anonymous said…
So very true.

And as a former Zap employee myself, I hear you about those annoying reposting of Variety/Hollywood Reporter stories. I still have nightmares about being assigned to write the casting news briefs from the trades. But aren't you glad you're not there anymore, like I am?

Just think, instead of it being "Sabrina" cast members we'd be forced to fawn over (because really, it seemed WB and UPN actors were the only ones we seemed to get any contact with) now it really would be the Kim Kasdashians or the Paris Hiltons of the biz.
April 26, 2008 at 6:30 PM
Cheryl said…
Yeah, we escaped just before the celebrity gossip trend and the reality TV trend really took off. It would have been a very different job.

But while I don't have a ton of pride in my various WB/UPN interviews, I did have fun working there. And the fake 90210 reunion newsletter I got to write made all the drudge work worthwhile.
May 1, 2008 at 5:54 PM
Anonymous said…
Oh don't get me wrong, I loved working at Zap as well. The memories I made from there outweighed all the butt-kissery and negative aspects of the job. The entire 90210 retrospective was definitely a blast to work on. I still dig it up from time to time and still get a chuckle from it especially "Dear Donna."

Sure there were a lot of drudge work to do but I loved working with every single person there. It was the people working there, like you and Mary among others, that made the job worthwhile and fun to do.
May 1, 2008 at 9:06 PM
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