Did you read C.I.'s "White House goes after Mark Landler's reporting"? Most likely you did. At the main site and at the two mirror sites, in one day (Thursday), it became the all-time most read piece.
That's the piece I told you was coming.
To pick up from Wednesday, C.I. drank Don Henley under the table -- in the drinking contest. She could have lorded it over him or over all the people who lost. Instead, she was gracious.
Which was the method she followed in that popular post. I knew she was going to do that. That comes from knowing her for so many years. She can still surprise, yes. But I knew how she'd handle this one -- especially after Marcia told me she burst out laughing when she heard Spencer Ackerman had destroyed his own work and changed his post.
It's an amazing piece. All the more amazing if you stop to think that it was one of two pieces that morning. All the more amazing if you stop to think how quickly she wrote it.
People who know us are always asking about her writing if they know The Common Ills. They'll mainly say, "Why didn't she go into the news business?" Because her gift was the world of the arts. That's where her talents were. That's where her interests were.
But, yeah, she could have had an easy path if she'd agreed to go into the news industry.
That's what both parents assumed, that C.I. would go into the family business. She was rather surprised by that assumption -- she'd made it clear she wasn't interested.
But they didn't believe her and that was in part because she hated journalism in high school (that's when I meet her, when she's dating my brother). But she'd do the national competitions and all of that. She would place in them. Feature writing? Few could touch her. But she only did that to get out of school and she had no great desire to go into journalism.
But with her talent -- she started editing features when she was eleven, for her grandfather's paper -- they just assumed she was being modest and was going to go into journalism.
When she told them "no," they cut her off financially. They told her they wouldn't pay for college, wouldn't pay for her place to live. They thought, with the semester starting in two weeks, she would panic and agree to major in journalism.
They didn't know their own daughter. You really can't force C.I. to do anything. Any interest she might have had in journalism died the moment her parents tried to force her towards that. So she ended up getting a job. It was really amazing to see.
I'm not implying she was spoiled. She wasn't. She was raised with money (as was I, I'm a trust-fund baby). But it was amazing to see this young woman take a full course load and also be active on campus and also work a minimum of two jobs. Often times, she worked three.
She did that until she turned 21 and her trust-fund kicked in. After that, she didn't stop working. But she dropped it down to one job while carrying a full course load.
So when people who knows us both read her writing, they marvel over it. Including a columnist friend who can't get over how much "copy" she produces. He's always saying that. Talking about all the copy she produces.
Marveling over it.
It is amazing. But so is she.
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