Steve Blow columnizes today about our columnist, Marty Cortland. I couldn’t be happier with his take. I knew when Marty started writing for us back in October that people would eventually figure out that “Marty Cortland” isn’t his real name (we borrowed the name from a character in You’ll Never Get Rich). I also knew that a rich guy writing about what it’s like to be rich would rub some people the wrong the way. But I never imagined that our little experiment would make it onto the front page of the Metro section. Good stuff.
Mr. Blow takes things a bit too serious. With all that’s going on in the world he’s ruffled about Marty? There’s plenty of non-fake reports & writers to rail against. Hmmm… perhaps I’ll re-launch my fake blogger character.. Dick Hertz.
I wonder if when Tim thought it was a prank when he got a call from someone claiming to be Steve Blow.
I just wish that Marty would stop with the columns and get his friggin’ Day Job work product done on a timely basis.
three words for blow. get. a. life.
I found Steve Blow’s column to be brilliant. I ,too, tend to feel the same kind of disdain toward the pretentious and elitist mentality often associated with big-money Dallas. I have even gone as far as being horrified that there are people in the world that can wake and sleep simply scoffing at $7,000 for a handbag while most of the world’s populous lives in poverty. I find it to be offensive and inhumane – But, I don’t live such a life so that is purely a personal decision.
Politics aside – this is exactly the kind of goal / reaction that “Mr Cortland” is trying to create.
It is my personal belief that he wants everyone to hate him. Why not? It brings readers. It breeds discussion. The very thing that grabs attention. So, although I feel rather sorry for “Mr Cortland” and his dismissive and uncaring (as it seems by his pen) spouse, I can see where this would make for fodder to the masses. The reaction desired is exactly what has been produced.
At what point do people start taking things so seriously that they forget what entertainment means? It’s not like he’s out there skinning babies. He’s writing a semi-humorous column about being rich. So what.
Does it change anyone’s thinking to know that Marty Cortland is not paid to write his column and that, at his direction, we give the money instead to a local charity?
Can I be his charity?
Reid, I know you’re not really this superficial, but we all know some Parkies who are. But, then again, they really don’t care what anyone outside The Bubble thinks, do they?
This inane voyeuristic “journalism” only serves to steer D Magazine even closer to the likes of People, Us, Enquirer, et. al. It’s offensive and cruel, and to many of us, entertainment is not entertainment if it insults a particular group or class of individuals (i.e., the poor and/or, as Mr. Cortland states, “infirm(ed) and elderly—just the people who have no business flying at all”). It saddens me to think that some people find such cruelty to be humorous in nature.
Maybe you could do a counterpoint column by someone at the bottom of the heap, like the guy who picks up roadkill for the city … now that would be interesting (and quite Onion-esque).
Steve, Marty is a tool the editors use to nudge their wealthy readership and gently mock all the others. Anyone who’s offended—or worse: doesn’t laugh—”doesn’t get it.” The whole thing is derivative of the self-aggrandizing prankery you often see in college newspapers. Like pun headlines, this is something editors do for their own amusement, not that of their readers.
Steve, if you don’t like Marty, don’t read it. Better yet, don’t buy the magazine. Even if it is still available at Wal-Mart. (Won’t that tweak Marty to know who might be pawing his text?)
It’s not required reading. It’s not required buying. But think about all the people who are talking about this column who may feel compelled to check it out. And YOU, Steve, are contributing to their curiosity.
Perhaps those who become curious, Sean, may find themselves acknowledging some truth in my words … and those of Gwyon … and those of ZL. This magazine (whose publications I have never purchased, by the way), only serves to broaden the divide between the wealthy and the poor in the City of Dallas. I find that to be very disheartening.
Tim, should we just admit to everyone that it’s Jim Moroney?
More Marty Cortland. Less Steve Blow.
Dave Little is Marty Cortland.
The Marty Cortland bit is making me yawn. I used to look forward to reading Tim’s column on the back page, but I only read Marty if I’m very, very bored. I’m not sure how you’re going to stetch this out for more than a few more issues.
The joke’s on Blow. Ha ha, Blow is a humorless stick-up-his-ass reactionary hack. Ha ha.
But that doesn’t mean the joke — ham-fisted social satire — is funny.
Pathetic self indulgent drivel in the form of a glossy greensheet publication can never compete with the talent of Mr. Steve Blow.
Marty/Wick/Tim = six of one, half dozen of the other. Their arrogance is made even more annoying by the fact that they are the faux elite. Wealth groupies lack any interest in a real story, just where they can get some tuna tartare gratis in exchange for the ever so worthless initial D. The unintended transparency of this blog is just the Best.
Is it time to go to the Old Monk yet?
“should we just admit to everyone that it’s Jim Moroney?”
leave Jimmy Three Sticks out of it, in all likelihood it is his cuz BobbyD
The whole damn D crew is apparently a bunch of 5 year olds.
“The whole damn D crew is apparently a bunch of 5 year olds.”
AND they get paid for it- unlike Courtland. Doesn’t that just stick in your craw?
I think it is more like they are given a small allowance and a big playpen which I find adorable beyond belief.net
Steve, meet satire. Satire, meet Steve. I’m surprised ya’ll haven’t met. And Tim, every bit of poverty in this Goshforsaken heck-hole of a town is YOUR fault. And tell Marty his check bounced.
Let’s be honest…a column each issue written in such an “insider” fashion and with such a predictable premise is less than interesting. Once, perhaps. But every month? I just fear that the D folks will equate a high volume of blogging about the column and the DMN story to an endorsement of a quality product.
It is not satire if it is not funny.
The Amanda meeet The Reality.
Kissing Tim’s a** will not make it funny nor satire. No one blames Tim for poverty, only arrogance.
I agree it’s not funny and have voiced that clearly in other posts. Blaming D or a fictional columnist for a perceived socio-economic divide is assinine. On the other hand, the column itself is assinine, not to mention vulgar. As Gwyon so accurately pointed out, this was a column that pleased the editors. The joke, though, may be on them, because the readers en masse don’t get it. If you have to explain the punchline, then either the content is lacking or the delivery is poor. Satire is the most difficult type of humor to pull off. It works in The Onion because of the limited demographic, age, interests of students and recent grads. D has a large and varied readership and it doesn’t work. If, that space had been devoted, for example, to satirical jabs at Houston or Atlanta,it is likely that more poeple would have gotten it. Like I said before Tim…
The worst thing about Marty Cortland is that he’s clearly trying to be self-deprecating or self-mocking but actually reveals himself to be an unmistakable and quite gigantic ass in the process. And his wife — well, I’ll stop.
And yet I STILL respect the man more than I do Steve Blow.
Marty sounds a wee bit like a certain Mr. Abthernabther, no?
HOW COME YOU NEVER SEE THEM BOTH AT THE SAME BENEFIT GALAS? HUH?
I assume when the Amanda speaks of the “varied readership” of D magazine, she means rich white birdwatchers and other rich white birdwatchers.
methinks Tim, Eric and Gordon Keith got drunk at the Old Monk one Friday. And that they agreed ONE of them was clever enough to pull off a Tony Clifton-style dual-identity column featuring a snobby Dallasite. And then it was agreed that ONE of them would do it.
And then the oh-so-very hip Quick debuts snobby Abthernabther. … and then the deeply satirical D Mag debuts Marty.
What’s next? Since Eric, Gordo and Tim were all at that picnic table (THREE gifted Twainish satirists), and since there is a Marty and an Aberbhtnany (TWO brilliant Twainish satires, … there is one more of these look-at-me exercises waiting to hatch.
PS: When I say ‘Twainish,’ I mean Shania.
PS: When I say ‘Twainish,’ I mean Shania.
Now that is satire.
Damn.
I told Tim that I thought Marty was made for the back page of D when Marty made his first appearance there.
Either I have no taste or Steve Blow doesn’t.
I suspect the latter.
Here’s why I like Marty on the back page of D. First because by the time you get to the back page of D you’re in need of entertainment. Besides that, I like the way Marty does rich.
If one of us talked about rich like he talks about rich we’d come across as phony rich. He doesn’t come across as phony rich. No sirree, he comes across as the real deal, rich like we know rich.
Marty was fully formed before Alibaster was “born.” Alibaster may have been a response. (Alibaster, where did you go wrong?) Ya’ll, I hate to spoil the fun…but Marty has left enough incidental evidence of his identity to well, identify him… But that’s no fun, and for those of you not in on it, yeah, it’s a little funny, but doesn’t rise to the level of comedy. I hope Steve Blow goes back to writing about the trials of life aside from Marty. Everyone is all whipped up over this, but I am sure, now, it was meant to be really funny, and the Mensa members were supposed to get it…right, Mensa member? Mensa member? And, when I was speaking of “varied readership” I was referring to the people waiting 2 hours in a doctor’s office, the much celbrated Wal-Mart shoppers, as well as the birdwatchers and bubble inhabitants.
the amanda.
Do you make sense to anyone other than yourself/alias
What does this mean?
But that’s no fun, and for those of you not in on it, yeah, it’s a little funny, but doesn’t rise to the level of comedy.
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it was meant to be really funny, and the Mensa members were supposed to get it…right, Mensa member? Mensa member?
It’s above my head, sorry I don’t understand,
Now that’s satire.
For the record, my wife doesn’t think I’m funny either.
Nor does mine Marty.