... or even with the WashPo's Peter Marks, pause a moment and consider the plight of your colleagues in Philadelphia.
They've gone and started a blog devoted to Philadelphia Inquirer theater critic Toby Zinman -- "a boil on the beautiful ass of our community," as one theatermaker puts it. We Love Toby! "shall stand a monument to our collective, unrequited desire to see her choke on her own self-righteous bile," says the manifesto in the blog's first post. Seems the lady in question has a certain, erm, splenetic style: They call her the Bitch of Broad Street, which is funny if only because she apparently said it first herself.
Some of you may have discovered this splendidly vitriolic blog already, and you'll no doubt have your favorite bits. Tboy just happened upon it now (it's making the rounds among critics today, courtesy of an NEA arts-journalism listserv and a brand-new feature article in Philadelphia magazine), and he's particularly enchanted by the right-hand sidebar, with its list of helpful "Books for Toby" and prospective new "Jobs for Toby." (Also he's amused by the whole anagram-for-Tboy thing.)
It's not all fun and games, of course--the magazine piece reports on a concerted effort to get Zinman fired, plus an organized campaign to pull theater ads from the Inquirer. Neither of those things could possibly help the situation.
But the blog is funny, occasionally hilarious, and no doubt a useful vent mechanism for theaterfolk who feel genuinely aggrieved. Tboy offers it up as a kind of solace for those readers who still think his review of Fountainhead's An Ideal Husband was a trifle harsh.