Sarah Lacy, self-absorbed twet and not-going-to-Brazil person, has christened herself the new Bob Woodward. (Me on the phone with Bernstein, er…Paul Carr discussing Spotify last night. That’s right, Paul, I’m Woodward.) Look folks. If the 9 people who know slash care who you are aren’t dubbing you with the moniker you’ve desired your whole life, […]...
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