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Progress Report: Media Think They Know Best

MEDIA: AMERICANS DON’T WANT ACCOUNTABILITY: Speaking about the U.S. attorney scandal last week, CNBC chief Washington correspondent John Harwood claimed that “[i]nvestigating the Bush administration is a lot easier than passing new laws,” and cautioned that “[o]ne danger for Democrats is whether they look too political in exploiting this.” The next day, NBC’s Brian Williams “paraphrased” Harwood’s comments, saying, “I can’t help but wonder if the Democrats are finding it a little easier to investigate than legislate.” Time magazine managing editor Richard Stengel chimed in this weekend. “I am so uninterested in the Democrats wanting Karl Rove, because it is so bad for them,” he said, ignoring the fact that criticism of Rove and calls for him to testify have been bipartisan.

If its the broadcast media in particular it leans conservative both in political terms and conservative in the sense of being cautious about offending the fringe Right. The media will be liberal when it starts being fair, but more importantly when it does its homework and really digs into the facts. The media ( and not just the ultra Conservative Fox) has devoted more air time to Anna Nicole Smith’s death then they have to the scandalous conditions of Walter-Reed military hospital. If this morning is like the average morning I will hear more about the new shoe styles for spring then the environment, middle-class jobs/wages, or the consequences of our huge national debt on our children.

Have we all seen the Seinfeld episode a dozen times by now about the “It’s not you its me” break-up line – It’s Not You, It’s Your Apartment

DATING is fraught with disappointments, so you can imagine how delighted a single woman might be to find someone like Albert Podell — particularly after she Googles him and learns how rich he is. Last year, Mr. Podell, a 70-year-old lawyer, gave N.Y.U. Law School $2.9 million. He goes out four nights a week, to the opera, symphony or theater. He is well read. He says he has traveled to 162 countries.

Then comes that magic evening when the woman is ready to go back to his place.

“It’s totally unchanged, like it was when I went to law school in 1973, a time warp,” Mr. Podell says of his small one-bedroom in SoHo, a description that seems plausible, given the hot pink living room with the futon seating and the fraying contact paper on the kitchen cabinets.

The place is also dimly lighted, which, once you examine the kitchen nook in daylight, is probably not such a bad thing. The cabinets hold nothing but a six-month supply of powdered milk for Mr. Podell’s cereal, so that he can keep his trips to the supermarket to a minimum; the Formica countertop is peeling; the stove has been disconnected from the gas feed. (Mr. Podell, who usually eats out, sees no reason to waste fuel.)

All these things have proved detriments to love, but none so effectively as his sheets. Mr. Podell likes the ones from the ’60s and ’70s that tell a story: sheets with intergalactic battles or pink hippopotami or the Beatles.