Dear Writers Union: I Win. You Are Losing.
And the winner is …
Who was that man on the WSJ’s opinion page – was it only a month ago? – who predicted the utter downfall of the American economy because writers on strike would default on their subprime mortgages? Gosh, I wish I would remember his name. I thought at the time it was overblown rhetoric but – wow – perhaps he’s right.
Due to the utter intransigence of the writers strike situation, many supporting entertainment industry personnel will be laid off – thousands, we are told – putting the “economy of Southern California” at risk. The recent morph of the Golden Globe Awards into a news release will dash the hopes of fashionista designers. Tens of MILLIONS of dollars we are told will be lost. And – perish the thought – if the Oscars are canceled, the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences will lose advertising revenue. What will that be? HUNDREDS of millions?
Lions and Tigers and Bears – OH NO!
Listen, O Hollywood. I am over it. I’m tired of your strike. Most of your stuff doesn’t hold up on second and third review/rerun anyway. I wonder what I ever saw in it in the first place. And guess what else? I pulled the plug on my satellite coverage. I’m saving $70 a month. I have the internet so I can go searching for what interests me rather than paying a precious price to nod off in front of the boob tube.
The only programming I will miss is the news. Here in the city, local newspapers are fairly awful and – just by the way – I have already saved money by not subscribing to them. However, I do have talk radio and National Public Radio – both with wonderful online backup. My local tv channels have great online news sites. And then there is YouTube. And Wikipedia. And NetFlix. Oh, and don’t forget my hardcopy AND online subscription to the Wall Street Journal. I could go on and on.
I think I’m doing just fine, thank you.
Stay on strike. Overplay your hand. Damage yourself in internecine blood-letting. I’m having fun without you. Life is good.
Who was that man on the WSJ’s opinion page – was it only a month ago? – who predicted the utter downfall of the American economy because writers on strike would default on their subprime mortgages? Gosh, I wish I would remember his name. I thought at the time it was overblown rhetoric but – wow – perhaps he’s right.
Due to the utter intransigence of the writers strike situation, many supporting entertainment industry personnel will be laid off – thousands, we are told – putting the “economy of Southern California” at risk. The recent morph of the Golden Globe Awards into a news release will dash the hopes of fashionista designers. Tens of MILLIONS of dollars we are told will be lost. And – perish the thought – if the Oscars are canceled, the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences will lose advertising revenue. What will that be? HUNDREDS of millions?
Lions and Tigers and Bears – OH NO!
Listen, O Hollywood. I am over it. I’m tired of your strike. Most of your stuff doesn’t hold up on second and third review/rerun anyway. I wonder what I ever saw in it in the first place. And guess what else? I pulled the plug on my satellite coverage. I’m saving $70 a month. I have the internet so I can go searching for what interests me rather than paying a precious price to nod off in front of the boob tube.
The only programming I will miss is the news. Here in the city, local newspapers are fairly awful and – just by the way – I have already saved money by not subscribing to them. However, I do have talk radio and National Public Radio – both with wonderful online backup. My local tv channels have great online news sites. And then there is YouTube. And Wikipedia. And NetFlix. Oh, and don’t forget my hardcopy AND online subscription to the Wall Street Journal. I could go on and on.
I think I’m doing just fine, thank you.
Stay on strike. Overplay your hand. Damage yourself in internecine blood-letting. I’m having fun without you. Life is good.
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