Got Skank?

by Marinka on August 19, 2009

Dear Friends,

Have I told you lately how highly I think of you and of your fine moral character? No? Forgive me, for I have been remiss.

The blogosphere is a abuzz with a recent case where, according to published reports, a beautiful model was called a skank, a ho and other unflattering terms in a blog called “Skanks in NYC”. Yes, Skanks in NYC. Apparently this is what people resort to when “Motherhood in NYC” is already taken.

So, for some strange reason, the model didn’t enjoy being defamed and called a skank so she went and got a court order for Google to turn over the name of the anonymous blogger who wrote that and just a few days ago, the court came out on the side of pretty, so now the model knows who the bitchy blogger is. And whether she had displayed the Blogging with Integrity badge on her blog.

I’m on record as being super-supportive of model rights, but there is something about this that bothers me.

And it’s not just that I had to look up “skank” in the dictonary and the first two definitions referred to some kind of a dance.

Nor is it that the New York Daily News apparently outsources its photo caption writing to parts of the world that have only vaguely heard of the English language:

Model Cohen is forgave a blogger who called her a skank. Marinka is read the article with disbelief.

It’s not even that the media has taken to referring to this lovely model as a Vogue model, when she only appeared in Australian Vogue and everyone knows that Australian Vogue is just not the same at all. (Ok, I totally made that up. I have no idea if Australian Vogue has the same cachet as American, Italian, French or North Korean Vogue. Please don’t sue me. You are of a very high moral character and filled to the brim with virtue. All of you. Yes, you, too.)

What bothers me is this article, quoting the model citizen Cohen, regarding the identity of the soon to be unanonymous blogger:

Cohen said it was a woman she hadn’t seen in about a year, but who was a regular fixture at dinners and parties, but she was not, as Cohen had feared, someone who was close to her. “Thank God it was her… she’s an irrelevant person in my life,” Cohen said. “She’s just somebody that, whenever I would go out to a restaurant, to a party in New York City … she was just that girl that was always there.”

She feared that the person who set up an anonymous website calling her a skank ho was close to her? I am so grateful that I grew an enormous nose and was forever precluded from this modeling business. Because that’s tough to deal with.

Although, in the “good news” department, look what blog name is available now:

It’s not too late to sign up for the blog!

Love, Marinka

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