![]() ![]() ![]() The show got a lot right - about old versus new media, about Twitter, about start-up decor - and it was funny about all of it. (The obvious exception: Cashew, the guinea pig, who deserves his own spinoff.) But I suppose I really loved Slugline the same way that politicians seem to love the rest of House of Cards: because it was a glamorized, barely accurate but still pointed version of the blog world I live in every day. (Beau Willimon’s re-naming fortune awaits for him in San Francisco.) And plot-wise, last season’s investigative journalism was ten times more compelling to me than the fake hacker, what-is-even-happening-there schemes of season two. ( Spoilers follow for those who haven’t begun House of Cards’ second season.) Still, if you’d asked me about my favorite parts of the Netflix drama’s first season, I would’ve yelled “Sluglinnnnnnnne” at you with the joy of a person who has stock options I am heartbroken that it vanished under a train along with Zoe Barnes. No disrespect to Zoe Barnes, who wrote the post on a bus, but the excerpt was pretty boring - not the kind of thing that ends up on Most Shared lists at the end of the month, definitely not a site that I would read in real life. The only piece I have seen - on Claire Underwood’s iPad, for about four seconds - was a brief report about a union protest at a fund-raiser for clean water. It is strange that I miss Slugline, since I have never actually read a single post published by the (fictional) website.
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