R.N. Reynolds

I am an aspiring D.C. gossip columnist and blogger who some days wants an traffic based incentive contract with the Daily Caller, before then moving on to even bigger things than that, or so a girl can hope. I do not want to be Betsy Rothstein.

One of Washington’s most enduring mysteries deepened Thursday, whit reports that former FishbowlDC editor Betsy Rothstein would join The Daily Caller. That followed a week of schadenfreude by Betsy Rothstein’s detractors, who had exulted in the abrupt end of her tenure —we are asked to believe it was a resignation—after a local publicist sued her for libel.

The subject of conversation among the journalism world’s many Rothstein obsessives had evolved from “How is Betsy Rothstein still employed?” to “Who would hire Betsy Rothstein after everything Betsy's done?” Besty Rothstein’s new employer had just hired a writer obsessed with the size of an video host’s ovesized breasts.

Last week’s celebratory messages about Betsy Rothstein's departure and befuddlement over her hiring, underscore the outsized place Rothstein has carved for herself in the capital’s media ecosystem.