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Sure, you can get a column at the Washington Post simply by marrying Ben Bradlee–but apparently you can’t keep it forever. At least not if it’s as awful as Sally Quinn’s weekly pile of drivel known as “The Party.” Word has now come that the Post, mercifully, has euthanized the column after a few brief months of life.
Quinn described “The Party” as being about “getting everyone together to have a memorable time.” Your guests would leave feeling “uplifted, affirmed and embraced.” I described it as the worst column in the history of humanity. Among the issues covered by Quinn were whether a husband and wife should be seated together at dinner parties and the “spirit of entertaining.”
The decision to kill “The Party” seems to have been taken after Quinn’s column last Friday. “I’m going to discuss a drama unfolding in our family, and I’m discussing it only because others have made it public and messy,” she wrote. “It’s a conflict that I hope readers can understand — and avoid in their own lives.”
And what was the high drama tormenting her family? Quinn continued:
Our son Quinn Bradlee is marrying Pary Williamson in Washington on April 10. My husband’s granddaughter Greta Bradlee is getting married the same day in California.
In the past few days there have been a spate of negative stories, both online and in print, about the “dueling weddings.” It’s been hurtful to all four of these wonderful young people. This “dueling” characterization couldn’t be further from the truth.
The unfortunate result of the dates being the same was an inadvertent mistake on my part.
Quinn went on to explain in great detail her mistake and her anguish — believe me, you don’t care to know — and so readers of her column will now be sure in the future to double check dates before scheduling weddings for their children. That’s what they call “public service” journalism.
The wedding column apparently was too much even for Post management, and the decision was made to kill “The Party” before the newspaper suffered further embarrassment.
So, so long Sally. You will not be missed.
More from Ken Silverstein:
Commentary — November 17, 2015, 6:41 pm
The Clintons’ so-called charitable enterprise has served as a vehicle to launder money and to enrich family friends.
Flor Arely Sánchez had been in bed with a fever and pains throughout her body for three days when a July thunderstorm broke over the mountainside. She got nervous when bolts of light flashed in the sky. Lightning strikes the San Julián region of western El Salvador several times a year, and her neighbors fear storms more than they fear the march of diseases — first dengue, then chikungunya, now Zika. Flor worried about a lot of things, since she was pregnant.
Late in the afternoon, when the pains had somewhat eased, Flor thought she might go to a dammed-up bit of the river near her house to bathe. She is thirty-five and has lived in the same place all her life, where wrinkled hills are planted with corn, beans, and fruit trees. She took a towel and soap and walked out into the rain. Halfway to the river, the pains returned and overcame her. The next thing Flor remembers, she was in a room she didn’t recognize, unable to move. As she soon discovered, she was in a hospital, her ankle cuffed to the bed, and she was being investigated for abortion.
Average amount of time a child spends in Santa Claus’s lap at Macy’s (in seconds):
Beer does not cause beer bellies.
Following the arrest of at least 10 clowns in Kentucky and Alabama, Tennesseans were warned that clowns could be “predators” and Pennsylvanians were advised not to interact with what one police chief described as “knuckleheads with clown-like clothes on.”
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