Sarah Nicole Prickett's piece in Saturday's Globe and Mail was both hilarious and depressing; the former because of the obvious laughs, the latter because it showed how even a great writer like Sorkin can be, well, clueless.
Coming out of media interviews with Sorkin to tee up his new HBO series The Newsroom, Prickett was not seduced by Sorkin's Sorkin-ness, and challenged him on a number of things, not the least of which is how the world has changed, including the undeniable fact that many people get their news from the internet and not traditional choices, like newspapers and TV.
From the final grafs:
“Listen here, Internet girl,” he says, getting up. “It wouldn’t kill you to watch a film or pick up a newspaper once in a while.” I’m not sure how he’s forgotten that I am writing for a newspaper; looking over the publicist’s shoulder, I see that every reporter is from a print publication (do not see: Drew Magary). I remind him. I say also, factually, “I have a New York Times subscription and an HBO subscription. Any other advice?”
He looks surprised, then high-fives me. Being not a person who high-fives or generally makes physical contact with interview subjects, I look more surprised.
“I’m sick of girls who don’t know how to high-five,” he says. He makes me try to do it “properly,” six times. He also makes me laugh; I’m nervous, and it’s so absurd. He loves it. He says, “Let me manhandle you.”
And now look, a Tumblr site coming right out of Sorkin's words. Hey Internet Girl is not at all subtle, but the fact it exists (and was created so quickly) says something abou the times that Sorkin appeared to dismiss. (Personally, I don't see how the author of The Social Network can be clueless about digital culture, but I can see how the author of everything Sorkin has written can be a little, um, arrogant while dealing with others.)
Dot Dot Dot is Morse code for the letter 'S,' the full message Guglielmo Marconi claimed to have received atop Signal Hill in St. John's in 1901. It ushered in the age of telecommunications. My maternal grandfather worked as a telegraph operator for Canadian Marconi on Signal Hill for many years.
As well, I have a habit of overusing the ellipsis when I write ... as frequent readers might notice.