McKinsey consultants can eat dirt and die
There’s a special parking spot reserved in hell for McKinsey consultants.
The news is just breaking that Condé Nast, the venerable magazine publisher, is shutting down three of its storied titles: Gourmet, Modern Bride and Cookie.
Thanks to whom? A small army of twentysomethings with fancy degrees who’ve never worked a day in the magazine industry — or any other honest line of work.
A couple of years ago, a similar army (or maybe the same) descended upon Time Inc. They sat silently in the back row at edit meetings. They held hushed conferences in some borrowed offices. They made a lot of copies. They used a productivity diagram so ridiculous it could have come off the set of “The Office.”
When they had eaten enough donuts, they left a seven-figure bill and instructions to lay off hundreds of people.
So now the same thing’s happened at Condé Nast. I hope the twerps are happy eating Kraft mac and cheese, wearing ugly wedding dresses and dressing their children in hand-me-downs. Because the editorial talent at those three magazines sure won’t be lifting a finger to help them.