Last night at Sweet and Vicious, Gawker’s tall, affable video editor Richard Blakely—wearing a jacket and tie—hosted his last Media Meshing party. My old pal, reporter Laura Lane, who roams the celeb circuit for OK! showed up for her very first time.
"Wait, all these people want get into media?" the brunette asked, looking over the crowded venue. "That’s why I’m shutting it down, because there are no freelance jobs. I can’t think of a single one," Blakely said as he nursed a beer. "I want to go out on top like Misshapes or Seinfeld."
Gabrielle Lipson, a thin brunette with an infectious positive attitude, was ready to tell me what she wanted out of the Media Mesh (the kids call it a "media mosh"). "I’m a disenchanted lawyer that wants to launch a Julia Allison-like career," she said making that sound like a reasonable choice.
A bearded mountain of a man stood towering over the crowd drinking his straight whiskey—a popular drink that evening. He was from Minneapolis and in town for an interview for Jimmy Fallon‘s new website. "I’m just a fucking carpet bagger," he said. "We hate that in Minneapolis, so you guys must think the same thing here."
Melissa Noble, a blogger for Tango, regretted having gone to J-school because she "made more money poaching people’s content and commenting on it." The tall brunette with feathered hair—she brought Alex, "my gay," along for moral support—seemed to be the focus of a lot of meshing. She didn’t sugarcoat her opinion. "It’s a meat market. You never get a job; it’s always just get drunk with someone," she said, adding that it had been fun at first. "Now it’s such a chore. I’ll email these guys about jobs, they won’t respond and then I’ll get texts from them late night." She laughed at the thought of it adding, "It’s like, seriously?" She and her gay clinked glasses and Alex added; "We are such media whores."
As Blakely and me waited for a cab in the rain, I asked him if it was a meat market. "If they’re not getting jobs,” he said, “at least they’re getting laid."