The Times Magazine's one woman condescension army

you know, deborah solomon.

everytime i read her questions to the author/politician/artist/designer/person more important than me i am beside myself with her ability to talk down to people. there's snarky funny and there's snarky, i'm a jerk. i'm pretty sure she's that kind of snarky.

the site above sits her down to interview herself, which i'm sure would be painful for both interviewer and interviewee in whatever bizzarro world that would take place in.

here's a sneak peak:

You're a moribund NYT journalist who can't even treat Pulitzer Prize winners with anything close to respect. Do you smile much?

Only if you tell me how brilliant I am at making your life a living hell in fifty words or less.