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Play Your Part, Molly McAleer
Photo courtesy of Molly McAleer
It's not often that we feel moved enough to give some major props to a blogger at a competing city site, but Molly McAleer's departure from Defamer last Friday is just such a worthy occasion. The irrepressible, endlessly stony-but-smart blogging moppet posted her last "To-Do", a series of video posts that quickly became the top reason to visit the site. Her last, which you can see here, is a big fat thank you to the city of Los Angeles, appropriately enough:
I'm loosely referring to this piece as my Love Letter to Hollywood, a city that I have learned to be totally flippin' bananas about while working at this fine blog. Much of my early days at Defamer and all of my most memorable moments took place on this very Walk of Fame and it only seemed right to try and find a way to say thank you to this city and its people for helping me find my way.
Molly's become notorious in the blogosphere for her wry and ridiculous riffs on pop culture: Lindsay Lohan? Beyonce? Elizabeth Hasselbeck? Molly's got words (and impressions) for them all. She's often joined by special guest stars Ed (the gay husband), Alexis Hyde (the fantastically hip-but-funny BFF) and Wagandstuff (the squirmy Chihuahua). Unfortunately, she was made redundant by Gawker Media's latest round of lay-offs, a sad but apparently necessary move to streamline the blogging behemoth in this newer, braver, but more somber media world. But if Gawker really has let her go for good, well, it's going to be egg on their face soon. It's only a matter of days before some other, smarter blog network (or TV or comedy or christ whatever she wants to do!) snatches her up.
Six pack of Michelob Ultra
Molly eats a box of Hostess Cupcakes and listens to "Mr Jones."