Jon Tevlin – who replaced Nick Coleman on columnists row at the Strib a long time ago, and you’d have a hard time telling the difference unless you notice the incremental drop in entitled arrogance – is getting out of the column business:
In the past couple of years, however, I’ve gotten worn down by the weekly screeds and wishes that I lead a short, uncomfortable life. I began to dread the 3 a.m. calls and anonymous notes. After many weekends got ruined by hostile chatter on social media, my wife, Ellen, wisely suggested I either kill my column or Twitter. I survived the past few years, in fact, by removing social media from my phone.
I fear we are becoming a mean, arrogant country. In fact, at 6 a.m. the day after voters elected a bigoted, narcissistic megalomaniac,
(Yes, I did check to see if he was in that paragraph was intended as satire. Apparnetly not. Ed)
I wrote to my financial planner the following words: “I feel like I’ve wasted 30 years of my life. Get me out of here.”
Mr. Tevlin – if you have to ask, you probably did. Sorry to say.
Paying attention to Twitter is a rookie flub, of course; the day when Twitter’s nonexistent business model finally sinks it will be a great one for public discourse.
But that leaves a vacancy on Columnists Row . Who’ll fill it?
On the one hand, who cares? It’s the Strib.
On the other?
Well, Bob Collins at MPR writes:
Ideally, the Strib would hang out a “white men need not apply” shingle since the newspaper’s lineup of voices is almost exclusively male, white, and comfortable.
 Hypothetically, anyway. The Strib could just decide to save the money.