I don't know. Because I could not get very far. Because of the bullshit at the top. Third paragraph:
So what did we screw up? Well, that’s where it gets complicated.
Bullshit. Calling it complicated (when in truth it is very simple) is an attempt to attenuate your responsibility for a mistake.
Next line:
On Wednesday morning, we posted a well-written feature by Caleb Hannan…
What the fuck is the relevance of the 'well-written'? A second attempt to weaken your responsibility. 'Such a well-written piece, we were so distracted by the well-written-ness to notice the mistake.
Oh, and it was not well-written. A well-written piece would've at the very least had much less emphasis on the gender issue, or ignored it. The 'well-written' descriptive is a lie.
Then he describes the wonderful, thorough editorial 'process'. This sets up blaming the process, not the actual people who approved the publication of this essay. Flavored with this quote:
We have a system. Everyone weighs in. I delegate as much as humanly possible…
Bill delegates. So, not his responsibility.
[/parsing Simmon's lame bullshit] Point made, and for all I know he may well have redeemed himself and sincerely apologized. Further down, this piece may well have been well written, thoughtful, and a true mea culpa. I don't know; I read no further because the first couple hundred words were such bullshit.
I've said it many times, and I will repeat. Fuck Bill Simmons. Yeah, I used to like him. He still entertains and informs me on occasion. My reaction to Grantland is similar. They fucked up; most of what they print is not of interest to me. Occasionally they entertain or inform me. But I generally don't read it, cause I generally don't like their attitude, as well as their content.
Another Grantland piece was honest and straightforward, from the start. This flavor of truth:
But we’re not here because Hannan and his editors blew a pronoun and that’s rude…
We’re here because Essay Anne Vanderbilt is dead.
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Who knows? Maybe, you were kidnapped, tied up, taken away and held for ransom.
Those days are gone forever
Over a long time ago
Oh yeah…