Someone did send me the contact information of Pulp magazine when I asked for it in July, after the magazine gave an inaccurate (and supposedly humorous) description of my blog in that month’s issue. Since I obviously am too serious for broken jokes in print, I called the magazine and I was pleasantly surprised by the editor’s reaction.

The man was very friendly and he listened to my complaint (read:bitching), apologized several times for having offended me unintentionally, and explained the joke. I demanded a correction and I was promised one. Then I ended the call with what can only be described as a mafia-inspired touch by saying “I will follow up on this. You won’t miss me.” I have no clue why I said that, I guess I wanted to sound dangerous and mysterious.

Hilarious, I know.

But I never got around to calling again because I was entirely busy packing, travelling, and unpacking. Rinse and repeat. And because I never called again, I figured the editor will not really publish anything. So much for my Sicilian threats…

Two days ago I bought the August issue of Pulp to check. Lo and behold! Page 15, under “Blogs Flog Pulp”:

“We’ve learned in the past month that bloggers take their blogs VERY seriously. Even when we tried to compliment one of Jordan’s bloggers by putting her on our “most popular” list, we were scolded for the description we used to describe the blog. It was supposed to be humorous, but that apparently did not come across. Our apologies. Tololy’s Box is not, in fact, “mostly about Tabuleh.” It’s a great blog about culture, entertainment, day-to-day happenings, fashion, quirky news pieces, and much much more. It’s quite good, and that’s why it was on our list. The creator is currently in New York, so she’s bringing us the best of that part of the world. She did admit, however, that “Tabbuleh is a form of salad that I worship.” So we weren’t so off”

I love the title of the correction. My mafiosa phone-persona must have been intense.

You can sense from the choice of words that Pulp people weren’t very excited that I “didn’t get the joke.” Still, they respected my right not to like what they published, and they corrected their mistake. For that, they have also gained my respect. I might even do what a friend suggested: send them a bowl of quality Tabbouleh.