I hate jason binn
(lowercase for emphasis of unimportantness) publisher of the shitpile of shit-awful magazines collectively known as Niche Media
. I hate him nearly as much as Donny Douche Deutsch
. Here's why.
1. Exhibit A:
Walking west on 9th street once, whom should bound out of the lobby of the building on the corner of 9th and 5th Ave. but the five-foot nothing binn. He gets to the back door of his waiting, idling limo, but the poor doorman is a second and a half late opening the door for his Prickness. binn stands there and waits with a nasty fucking scowl on his doughy face and a 2-mile stare in his eyes and doesn't even acknowledge the presence of the doorman, forget tipping him.
2. Exhibit B
: I pick up the phone at our agency one day (we're a small place. even smug, dickhead copywriters have to answer calls.) The tiniest voice I've ever heard asks for our media director. I ask him who's calling. He lowers his voice even further and says at a decibel level akin to that of beating butterfly wings: "jason binn
I say: "I'm sorry. Excuse me?"
(HUGE SIGH OF CONTEMPT. you know the sound.) "jason binn
It is not until after I transfer the call that I make out in my head what the hell name he was saying.
an anon tipster relays that binn is persona non grata at Michael's
because he stiffed them on a house charge tab.