Dearest Graydon Carter of the Vanity Fair editing Graydon Carters,
A bitch needs a moment of your time.
Let’s be frank, shall we?
You know that I know that you know that I know that your latest cover of alleged “It” celebrities had more to do with how Vanity Fair defines beauty than true it-ness.
No need to argue or defend.
I get it, son!
I’m not going to lecture you about how worn out and tired these covers have become or how predictable the article on how the photo came together is. You’re a businessman and there must be some sort of profit in magazine cover concept regurgitation behind Vanity Fair’s addiction to magazine cover concept regurgitation.
But, Graydon…honey, sweetie, darling...proclaiming that those actors reflect the "new Hollywood" is the very definition of wrongness!
Plenty of writers are calling you out on this shit, m’dear, and I won’t chew the remnants of a well-chewed bone.
I will simply add my voice to the chorus – the cover of the latest version of Vanity Fair’s New Hollywood issue is less diverse that a group photo of interns at the Heritage Foundation and fails to acknowledge the break-out performances of up and coming actors of color despite the fact that this year has seen break-out performances from up and coming actors of color.
That ain’t new, Graydon.
That’s business as usual.
My gods, man…that cover is a freakish look-a-like of a debutant class photo from the Veiled Prophet Ball!
Have you been hanging out with that Chris Matthews?
Sincerely tired of this tired ass shit,