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May. 26 2010 - 10:26 am | 220 views | 0 recommendations | 5 comments

Hail our Capitalist Tool Overlords!

You may have heard that this very website, yea even unto the forgottenest little celebrity blog, has been bought by the private media empire which is Forbes. You’d have heard correctly.

For a stone cold pinko like me, this is an obviously fraught situation involving a great deal of pre-emptive resume-tuning and rooting  through of the pj drawer to see if I have any in pinstripes, suitable for laboring at a Forbes-brand blog.

Forbes, you see, has a certain reputation. Yes, thanks to legendary founder Malcolm “Motorbike” Forbes and his son Malcolm Stevenson “Steve” Forbes Jr, the owly, awkward, failed Presidential candidate, the “faceless” corporation haz a famus! A Farouk-level opulent and somewhat feudal one, in fact.

Capitalist Tool

Capitalist Tool(s?)

That’s a shot of the interior of the former Forbes private jet, the famous Capitalist Tool. Elizabeth Taylor is, for once, absent. Hey, is that Champagne in that guy’s glass?

Huh. Hmmm.

You know, this working for The Man might not be so bad after all. Why, there are actually several possible upsides that present themselves for consideration, starting with the above. That 88-seat limo was getting rather tired, and my bus pass is expiring soon.

I just thought of another potential compensatory benefit; if memory and gossip rags serve, there’s a well-established tradition of erratic, superficial writers from Forbes and bossy women marrying loaded literary luminary Michael Lewis, lately of Vanity Fair and Bloomberg, and author of Liar’s Poker and The Blind Side (and thus indirectly of Sandra Bullock’s world-gripping personal melodrama).

This man.

Michael Lewis

Michael Lewis

Well, comrades, I am an erratic, superficial and bossy woman, and I hereby volunteer to take this one for the team.


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    Darlin’, I doubt they’re saving us a seat on the jet.

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    Then I get to marry Michael Lewis! I can deal with that consolation prize.

    (Psst, look at your numbers; you’ll be one of the keepers)

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