They Can't Smell It

The Village Voice shouldn’t be upset over a fabricated cover story, they should be embarrassed over the fact that Nick Sylvester’s mediocre and unentertaining piece was the best they could do for a cover.
I was shocked to read that an article about dating made the front page of a newspaper that heralds itself as non-conformist with it’s better than thou attitude. (Almost as shocked as seeing an omitted letter in an Oscar nominee’s name on today’s Gawker: “Inspired, no doubt, by the butt-clenching success of Jake Gyllenhaal and Heat Ledger, Brad Pitt considers going Gay for an upcoming role….”)
But then again, in the current sad state of me-me-me people, I’m sure when Nick speaks, his justification for fabricating will just make him even cooler and if he gets fired from the Voice, he’ll be offered a job at Vice and his words will further entertain the hipster, self-serving, overly obsessed with self types. But I don’t think the Voice is going to let him go—they have such a great eye for literary masterpieces.