: Michael Wolff writes about the off-the-record media-and-technology conference I attended last week. As he says, we were all pretty much amazed that you could still have such a conference, mediangst being what it is.
He describes a dinner at which the hoiest polloi were assigned to talk among themselves — like so many fourth graders in their social studies period — about the fate of the world.
Everybody was very earnest. It was like a book-club meeting or a really painful wedding. I wasn’t any less self-serious, finding myself suddenly, helplessly, from some deep wellspring of social animus and faux pas