MSM update: Dana Kennedy is too good to consider your plebeian criticism. Got that, peasant?

Tame stuff in the scheme of things, right? I offered a quick and (to my eye) coolish take on Kennedy’s article — no hyperbole, nothing wild, no ad hominems. I thought no more of it.

But my comment infuriated La Kennedy herself. Apparently, she’s friends with my friend, and she responded in semi-public the next day, on Facebook, as if I’d just unfavorably compared her firstborn to Satan’s pestilent spawn. I guess I ought to be flattered that Ms. Kennedy first googled my name, even if she was just looking for fodder to turn into condescending little barbs (though I’m sad to say that her journalistic talents don’t extend to the ability to spell my name correctly). Here’s her reply, verbatim:

Roger, I am so honored to receive this helpful analysis from you. Especially after reading about your self-described “thriving journalism career in Amsterdam and New York.” I feel a bit as if I’m sitting at the (virtual) feet of a journalistic Rembrandt. Props, too, to your new career in Maine as a wedding photographer. I hope to up my game to the point where I have that to look forward to as well.

If I’m reading her correctly through the slathered-on sarcasm sauce with an extra dollop of snotty, you and I have no business making any kind of less-than-fawning remark about Ms. Kennedy’s work unless we are currently journalists or editors employed by mainstream media. I mean, if I’d elected to keep working for A-list publications on both sides of the Atlantic, as I did for a couple of decades — writing feature stories for Vogue, Wired, Reason, the New York Times, Rolling Stone, and others — the diva might, just might, have taken my fairly tepid comment to heart.

But an opinion from an (ick) journalist-turned-photographer? Worse, a wedding photographer? Worse still, a Maine-based wedding photographer? Well, she never! Ms. Kennedy appears to believe that no media figure of her staggering stature ought to be inconvenienced by a creature deluded enough to choose to live in Maine (why, that’s almost flyover country!), and misguided enough to have decided to make a living with images instead of words.

Gotta wonder how much Dana Kennedy will stamp her little feet if, one fateful day, a mere teacher or a lowly bus driver doesn’t show her sufficient deference on Facebook.

I feel for poor, beleaguered MSM demi-celebrities who wake up one day to realize that, yes, all that smelly rabble they used to talk at now has a voice too.

Sorry, hon.