Did you see Page Six this morning? Yeah, so did we. But shockingly (perhaps even unforgivably) we failed to properly appreciate the informative—yet succinct—item about the New Jersey offices of Life & Style. Sure, we've all heard the rumors that the mag's going down faster than Paris Hilton on a Saturday night. But what we hadn't heard was gratuitous venting from disgruntled staffers, the analogies between editor in chief Mark Pasetsky and Courteney Cox's character on Dirt and the one line that aptly sums up the Englewood Cliffs experience:
"It's hell on earth to get out there [to Jersey]. And when you get there, it's the worst job you've ever had."
Anyone else think Pasetsky should keep channeling Courteney Cox and attempt to boost ratings circulation by planting a steamy, same-sex kiss on one of his rival editors? Nah, that'd never work. Readers can smell desperation, and Jann Wenner just isn't looking for anything serious right now.
Pasetsky is a monster who deserves to be deeply unhappy and painfully unsuccessful. He had detailed lawyer-consulted plans to fire the editor whilst she was away on maternity leave. He only changed his mind when he realized he needed her to actually put the book out. I also hear that another staffer is desperately but unsucessfully trying to go back to Star Mag…
having worked at the magazine from the beginning, the magazine is doing better than ever since Pasetsky took over. David, why do you always have to make homophobic comments in your stories? Does it make you feel better about yourself? Bottom-feeder.
Weatherman, there were no plans to fire Sam while she was on maternity leave — that makes no sense. Pasetsky couldn't wait for her to come back. Star magazine? that's a good move … AMI is in big trouble.
star magazine? tha's sad. i'd take a peek at their sales history before making that decision.
hey, why are you picking on Jersey? you knew the job was in Jersey before you took it.
He's a user. Basically, when he needs you, he's sweetness and light. When he doesn't…you're history. That's his M.O. Anyone working there knows their days are numbered. And guess what? So are Mark's.