Netflix Movie Examines the Rise and Fall of Gawker

The gossip website Gawker was nasty, condescending, petty, trivial, too cool for school, annoyingly progressive, stunningly retrograde, obsessed with celebrity, contemptuous of celebrity, tormentor of Fox News and The New York Times alike, full of itself, full of shit, too earnest, too cynical, not real journalism, a waste of time, the reason they hate us, whoever they are.

I loved Gawker, and I read it every single day, usually more than once. , because if it hadn’t taken a predictably caustic note of your work, you were probably still some anonymous scribe for the .  For those of us in the decreasingly glamorous business of journalism, Gawker was the bar right before last call with every ambitious and angry hack in town. The hour is getting late, and nobody is saying “Now, this is off the record” anymore. Everything is on the record, and everything is fair game, from the sins of Bill Cosby to the untouched photos of Lena Dunham. Both