I Hate the RFT -- Part II

Daniel Finney was fired today from his job at the Post-Dispatch, thanks to the smarmy, self-important article in Wednesday's RFT. See, they wrote about his personal blog, his bosses found out about it and the shit hit the fan.

I got a call tonight from someone who reads this blog who also lives in Daniel's building. I went over and met him. He has one of the most amazing collections of pop culture memorabilia that I have ever seen. He gave me some vintage Avon buttons and we chatted about Wonder Woman and we watched the Buffy Musical, Once More with Feeling.

It made me very sad when he told me that the RFT's gloating pressured his bosses at the Post to let him go - they had to make an example, after all. And this story has leaked out to lots of media-focused industry publications. It will really fuck with his career, I imagine. He's leaving town to find another job.

If anyone has any shocking personal details about any RFT writers, editors or columnists, I suggest we start a message board to share this crucial and important information. God forbid that anyone's privacy be respected any longer.

Did a RFT writer give you crabs? They should be exposed (ahem) and surely that kind of info is as important and vital to the public's interest as a writer's personal blog. Maybe Deb Peterson can start a Which RFT Staffer Gave Me the Clap sidebar.

Let the swirl of snarkiness begin.

Merry Fucking Christmas, indeed.