Pressler’s Miscellany, RIP
Tucked into the end of this morning’s Miscellany ó Jessica Pressler’s Weekly savaging of Rittenhouse ne’er-do-wells ó†you’ll find the following scarlet missive:
This will be our last Miscellany. Thanks so much to all of the wonderful (and jerky) Presslerazzi who plied us with tips during the two years we wrote this column, and wrote us the letters and emails that made us laugh, cry and bleed profusely from the ears, eyes and anus. Thanks to all of Center City’s bar staff who fueled us with free booze during marketing and publicity events, to the cab drivers who shuttled our drunk selves around, to Stephen Starr and Neil Stein for just being themselves-you kooky old farts, you-and to Avram “Me So” Hornik, for having such a fun nickname. And to all the people we’ve loved and mocked, and loved through mocking, we-wait, why am I still using the royal “we”?-I thank you from the bottom of my black little heart.
Full eulogy after the jump.
Well, it doesn’t come as a total surprise: Nothing gold can stay, Ponyboy. But let’s raise a glass to Miscellany, and to J-Press her own bad self. After all, what on Earth could have sufficed as a second act after the post-sixth-borough hysteria than a slamming door at the Weekly. This town eats it own ó hell, that is the very business of this website you’re reading now ó but we’d be lying if we said there weren’t single black tears all around the Philebrity offices today. Pressler and her Misc. were comrades in arms to us, and also, often, noble adversaries. Together, we competed in the dirt olympics; a snark triathalon, if you will. And the Miscellany did it quite unlike anyone else in town. A.D.’s contacts have allowed him to lull sweetly in the glow of birthday wishes and mostly recycled press releases and email forwards; Klein has always been too much about credit in the straight world; Dan Gross towers over us all; and our little boat is tossed from side to side daily, often depending on how forthcoming you, our dear readers, are. But it was the Miscellany that we saw most eye-to-eye with; we cheered when it got sued (not because we didn’t fear for Ms. Pressler, but because someone cared enough to do it), we were inspired by the Misc.’s venom for the wealthy and vain, and we always, always dug that whole potty mouth thing. Obviously. So today is a day of passage. When you read that Miscellany this morning, you better enjoy it. Because God only knows what kind of dreck is going to replace it. Sail on into that goodly night, Pressler’s Miscellany! We hardly knew ye.
PW: We’ll Misc. You
Related: The Jessica Pressler Center For Philebrity Research
