The annual Best of Manhattan issue has been shipped from the aging boyband that is the New York Press. To their credit, they've nailed some hits: a fantastic story about threeways, a renaming of the heinous internet bar Remote to "Orwell-on-the-Bowery," an ode to the genius of Cabinet Magazine, and the single most horrific description of pubic hair I've ever had the happy misfortune to read. As a special bonus, they smacked down GQ for sullying their cover with the name of dreaded party band Mooney Suzuki. All good.

But when it comes to media and Manhattan, the harmonies disintegrate fast, and it all emanates from tone-deaf Press editor-in-chief Jeff Koyen. The Press's attitude to writers, bloggers, and small media is (to go beyond crude) equivalent to inner city black on black violence: shooting the neighbors instead of fucking the system. As Elizabeth Spiers puts it, the Press "bravely chooses to take down the playground retards."

Koyen's defunct webzine crank.com still carries his dramatic internet farewell: "I'm back to print, tried and true, where publishing is important, writers can be edited and readers still sense the sacrament." We hope Koyen's simony has afforded him all the dusty host he can choke down.
Best of Manhattan [NY Press]
Best Example of Media Sour Grapes/Penis Envy: The New York Press [Lindsayism]
Recent topics of conversation [Elizabeth Spiers]
Crank: Where blog is a four-letter word [Crank]