It was a rare but welcome sight: smiles and genuine cheer on the faces of those stuck in the News-Press trenches. That’s what happened last night, Thursday, December 7, when a gaggle of courageous N-P newsroom employees past and present converged at El Paseo to party down at The Independent’s annual holiday shabang. For the first time in months, these reporters and editors were sporting grins and having a great time, dancing to ‘80s hits, drinking El Paseo’s finest, and hamming it up with Indy staffers, who were once sworn crosstown enemies, at least in the days when the daily was a functioning paper and rivalry was ripe. It’s a twisted world these days, though, so backward in fact that we Indy folks were treated to many heartfelt thanks from the N-P newsroom crew, as they slapped our backs for continuing to cover the De la Guerra meltdown. Luckily for us at The Indy, we could respond with the simple, “We’re just doing our jobs.” Sadly, the News-Pressers are just trying to do the same, but keep getting thwarted by their wacky owner and her crew of legal attack dogs (who, by the way, are making lawyers laugh loudly from New York to Los Angeles with their off-the-wall, roundly baseless litigation).
One such pitfall of being a News-Press employee these days is that the holiday party is now off-limits fo anyone other than their live-in partners.
Earlier today on the comments of this blog, a reader wrote the
following letter to Dr. Laura, asking for what to do
in the event of a fiancee who doesn’t live with her man.
One such pitfall of being a News-Press employee these days is that the holiday party is now off-limits fo anyone other than their live-in partners. Yes, it seems that the paranoia and oddity has slipped down to the newspaper’s seasonal festivities, as addresses and identification will be checked at the door of El Paseo next Thursday, when they have their party. (Nonetheless, we bet it’ll be quite the party to crash just for bragging rights, even with all the dour moods and frowns sure to be attending.) Earlier today on the comments of this blog, a reader wrote the following letter to Dr. Laura, asking for what to do in the event of a fiancee who doesn’t live with her man. It’s such a kick that we decided to reproduce it here, and give it the brighter light it deserves. Dr. Laura? Are you out there? Any answers? And why didn’t The Indy get any invites to the N-P soiree? It’s only fair, considering your staff was at out party, right? Here’s the letter: Dear Dr. Laura, My boss Wendy McCaw stays behind her closed doors and so I’m turning to you for advice. It’s about our News-Press holiday party at the El Paseo next week. I’ve worked at the newspaper for 8 years and I’m engaged to marry my boyfriend on New Year’s Eve. My sweetheart and I have been saving ourselves for marriage and we’re continuing to live apart until our wedding night. I’m sure you’d approve. How can I go with my fiancé to the party? Wendy’s invitation says I have to be either be married or living with Jim for him to go. Wendy says her security people will be checking names and addresses at the door. Should Jim move in with me, to live “in sin” before the party, like fiancés Wendy and Arthur, so that my boyfriend can enjoy the company party with me? Do you think it deviant and a biological error, Dr. Laura, or even fair, that Travis and his live-in boyfriend get to go to the party when my fiancé and I can’t? Is there any way I can celebrate with both my loved one and my co-workers and yet continue to live apart until marriage? I want to have my friends from work meet Jim. I don’t want to skip the party like other employees. They think there’s nothing to celebrate when so many lives have been ruined this year. I don’t want my boyfriend to have to try to sneak in—look at what Wendy’s bouncers did to that man at the Biltmore, and he had a ticket! Dr. Laura, am I being discriminated against since my private lifestyle – straight, moral and believing in marriage and children – isn’t shared by those who run the paper, Wendy, Arthur and Travis? Do I need a union to protect me? What would you and Jesus have me do? I sent this to your email address and you haven’t responded. I know from your column that you read the Independent and I hope you can answer me. Your advice is sincerely appreciated. Merry Christmas. Signed, a loyal, hard working News-Press employee P.S. If my boyfriend moves in with me so that he can go to our Christmas party, what ID does he bring to the door? Should I try to put the water bill in his name? Hope to see you there.