Emily Gould and her misadventures

Why is this painful sequel to A Streetcar Named Desire appearing on NYT cover? I used to think of New York Times as the last living speaker of a dying language - that of quality journalism. Now I feel unmoored, the way you can only feel in a democracy with not a single responsible newspaper. For subjecting a loyal reader to this torture, I expect a fully tendered apology from the editors, sans inverted bedroom pictures of themselves.

Woe is me, indeed.