In Adage this week, Ken Wheaton has a nifty little lice-biter of a piece about The New York Times being at the forefront of the real estate-based lifestyle troll game. He’s convinced, he writes, that the paper of record “has an Editor-in-Trolling. How else to explain all these 1,000-word pieces featuring New York Times bubble dwellers that so outrage those who can’t stand The New York Times‘ bubble dwellers?” (Here’s my pick for the most New York Timesian Story of All Time, from earlier this summer to get an idea of what he means).
Hold onto your hat though old boy—your moth-bitten, cartoon hobo hat—because Vogue has one-upped the Times at its own game. In a piece from earlier this month called “American Pastoral: Miranda Brooks and Bastien Halard’s Brooklyn Home“, which somehow fell through the cracks in my news reader/the actual cracks in the structure of the awful home/boxcar I live in until today (via not being a shitty person/a self-flagellating aspirational poor), Chloe Malle has written the Platonic ideal of the type of #covetgaze, troll game real estate pornalism Wheaton is talking about. Let’s learn to hate its subject, its author, and ourselves all a little bit more, shall we? Read the rest.
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