James Wolcott brings the funny in his assessment of James Truman's resignation on his blog today:

As many of you have read by now, I was passed over for the job of editorial director at Conde Nast. Stoical as I am, it's hard to hide my disappointment; you could almost describe me as crestfallen.


He also let's slip some tidbits about his ultra-secret pet project Wanker, which would've served up service journalism at its most self-servicing:

I probably didn't help myself with my presentation of the prototype for a new young men's magazine I wanted to launch, provisionally titled Wanker. With proposed articles such as "Nose hair—the enemy within," "Do you spend too much time in the bathtub?," and "Used Condoms: not just Christmas tree ornaments anymore," I thought Wanker had the makings of a winner. But after Si drew his finger across his throat, the meeting was adjourned and I was escorted to the service elevator.


We're embarrassed because we pitched two of those ideas to a men's magazine editor just last week.
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