On Saturday, La Vanguardia almost got through this one-paragraph note on red-hot art news without embarrassment.
Spotted by deep thinker MJS.
The Minister of Foreing Affairs returns from self-imposed exile today to bring you a gift from the heavens.
Feast your eyes on this fine specimen from yesterday’s La Vanguardia:
I mean, Brat Pitt
Or is it Bard Pitt?
No, actually, it’s:
What they’ve done to Marion Cotillard’s name pales in comparison and I won’t even mention it.
Photo courtesy of excellent punctuator AL.
By what abbreviation is the largest American gun rights lobbying group commonly known?
Hint: the full name of said organization is National Rifle Association.
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock… Still not sure?
Congratulations to La Vanguardia for possibly the greatest use of the phrase “por sus siglas en inglés” in the history of journalism.
Photo courtesy of eagle-eyed gun-control advocate KF.
The PSC’s Miquel Iceta kicked off his campaign last week with a little dance to the tune of Queen’s “Don’t Stop Me Now.” By now you already know this. Why? Because video of Iceta’s jig—variously described as endearingly nerdy and world-endingly shameful—quickly spread across the Internet, and with it spread the shares and the mentions and the hashtags. We have a nice term for this in English—trending topic—and therefore all other languages on earth are automatically relieved of the burden of coining their own terms.
And so it happened that La Vanguardia covered the story—not of Iceta’s dance but of the viral phenomenon that followed it. And wouldn’t you know it:
We really don’t mind if you borrow our words, but please treat them nicely or we’ll take them back.
Here’s a story in La Vanguardia that was basically lifted from the Daily Mail. Inauspicious provenance duly noted. The reader calibrates her expectations of journalistic quality accordingly. And yet, La Vanguardia manages to disappoint:
For a fleeting moment, the Daily Mail looks like a paragon of integrity.
Massimo Dutti is owned by Inditex, the fashion behemoth founded by Spain’s richest man, the elusive blazzillionaire Amancio Ortega. With hundreds of locations on prestigious retail streets across Spain, Massimo Dutti itself is anything but elusive. In fact, there is a Massimo Dutti directly across the street from La Vanguardia‘s offices on Barcelona’s Avinguda Diagonal.
So what, exactly, is this garbage?
Go downstairs. Squint in the sun. Apply SPF 50 to your pasty, malnourished face. Look both ways. Cross the street. I hope you brought your notepad! There it is, a shining beacon of hope:
M-A-S-S-I-M-O … D-U-T-T-I. Congratulate yourself on this feat of shoe-leather reporting and quickly retreat to the mother ship.
Or, I don’t know, Google it?
Or look at the next sentence of your own damn article?
Anything! Just do your duty!
Brought to you by MJS.