I pitched my pop culture book to a agent recommended to me by a former editor. The agent told me that I had no platform (read – fame) to write such a book, but that if I were Andy Rooney he would represent me, forcing me to ponder Andy Rooney penning my opinions on the Clash and Sex Pistols.
I just accidentally caught Rooney’s weekly train wreck of a commentary on 60 Minutes. He was whining about newspaper headlines he didn’t understand, never for some reason considering that it might be helpful to actually read the articles. If only I too had platform.
