Today's little intra-media fracas has given us no choice but to launch a new feature, Ombudsblogger, which from now and 'til evermore will walk the hallowed halls of media, sternly issuing yellow cards to anyone who is running, shoving, or trying to stuff a freshman in a locker. Today's media spat involves Radar and Page Six. Here's what happened: A Radar staffer's cellphone accidentally dialed someone who passed it on to Page Six, resulting in six minutes of staff meeting being piped straight into the newshole. Tough break, Radar, but it happens, and anyhow, now you've got the city looking out for all the naked hot people you're going to have in your next issue. Instead, Radar lobbed back a seriously nasty salvo directed not at Page Six, where the buck stops with Richard Johnson, but specifically at Corynne Steindler, currently the most junior person on the masthead.
Here's what we think: By all means, attack each other. Pull each other to bits — over stuff that matters. Someone goofs, or is careless? Great, call them out. It'll make everyone more careful. Someone has a conflict of interest they don't disclose? Well then, feel free to provide the whole picture. That stuff is important. But why are low blows necessary? If you've got a solid leg to stand on, they shouldn't be. So okay, here we go:
Sigh. We wish that had been all. But then Radar had to go and cross the line into abject dickery, ceding the moral highground for a nasty frat-boy laugh. Yeah, you heard me. FOR SHAME. Here's why:
Moral highground: Page Six. You're better than this, Radar — but crap like the above will makes us doubt it soon enough.
Hugs and kisses,
p.s. We're not even getting into the whole Burkle thing. We've already done that. But, you know.
p.p.s. We've corrected this post, which originally said the call went to Page Six. It went to someone who likes Page Six, we guess.