Yet Behan, a 5-foot-4-inch plucky phoenix, pushed on.

My editors said, and I’m not criticizing them, ‘Well, we already hit the subject,’” Goodman says. “Arianna’s whole thing is, “This is the Web, let’s hit it again and again. If we’ve got another one, let’s hit it again.’

Hey haters, cool it, let Martin be Martin. Let’s move on, people.

With his literary mien—a cool detachment, a sense of observing the complexity of life as an outsider—Obama is a writer who happened to become president. So it must be frustrating that now, as president, Obama must watch as outsiders attempt to tell his story. (Kantor hints at this possible tension, writing that Obama disdains the media and at times seemed that he “wanted to be his own White House correspondent.”)

Nope, nothing insufferable about writing a whole article in the newspaper your family owns about how miserable you are at being forced to eat iceberg lettuce,” wrote New York magazine’s Noreen Malone.