Being held hostage in Iraq can catapult a gal from a pedestrian UMass pedigree to the hallowed halls of Harvard. But it also apparently makes one rather full of oneself!
The story goes on to recount Jill Carroll rebuffing an interview request while she’s out with friends, apparently in a manner the requester found curt.
Bob Bateman responds:
That is as low as I have ever seen anyone sink in print. I hope, somehow, you have some way to police your own ranks of the likes of these women, and whatever editor was stupid enough to think that this was appropriate for publication on the Boston Herald site.
I mean, I’m still a little stunned here. Being a hostage makes you full of yourself? Maybe it just makes you not want to be hounded while you’re trying to be with your friends. She’s not Julia Roberts, you can make the public figure argument but you can’t exactly say she owes it to you because you saw all her movies. As to not wanting to do any press, well, I can’t imagine why Carroll wouldn’t, seeing the Boston Hairball’s response to her mere presence at a bar.
Honestly. Bateman calls the authors snotty teenagers and he’s right. No matter what Jill Carroll does, it’s still not enough to get her a seat at the Cool Kids’ table. She still didn’t make the cheerleading squad. At a time when journalism is terribly short on heroes, even its most lowly practitioners should be putting up statues and naming awards for Carroll, not sniping at her in the gossip pages like she’s Paris Hilton.
Sick people.
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