First thing this morning, I see that Washington's self-appointed head socialite, Sally Quinn, has been demoted to mere blogger. Her column on "family, faith, and entertaining"--family, faith, and entertaining?--will no longer appear in print editions of the Washington Post. Supposedly, this column wherein she worries about deuling wedding dates in her own family sealed her fate.
Democratic administrations never paid much attention to her. Neither the Clintons nor the Obamas were much concerned with her Georgetown soirees, which is why she's not had kind words for either of them.
In a 1998 column, she quoted her soulmate, David Broder, with approval: "He came in here and he trashed the place," says Washington Post columnist David Broder, "and it's not his place." Occasionally, this quote is attributed to Quinn herself, and it's no wonder why: Both Quinn and Broder represent supercilious Washington in its purest, most distilled form.
Oh my goodness, John. I started to read the column but didn't finish, in the interest of preserving brain cells. I am so glad that no trees will be harmed to spread her gossip from now on.
Posted by: lillianjane | February 26, 2010 at 02:43 PM
The column actually has a certain trainwreck fascination. I liked the "My senile husband didn't put the date on the calendar" dodge.
It must be hard to know what to do with the jabbering wife of a legendary executive editor emeritus.
Posted by: Hypatia | February 26, 2010 at 04:42 PM
She can go on being the doyenne of Georgetown if she wants, but at least the poor print subscribers will be spared her nonsense.
Posted by: John Petty | March 02, 2010 at 01:53 PM