A couple commenters thought I went too easy on Eli Lake’s NIAC piece because he’s my friend. I’ve thought about it a lot, and not just because I got shithammered with Eli last night.

I don’t think my take on the piece was equivocal at all. Eli certainly didn’t see it that way, and we have the email back-n-forth to prove it. But I thought I steered away from gratuitous comment bashing the piece, and criticized what I thought went a bit far. And that’s really what the heart of the criticism is: would I have opened both barrels on a piece like that if a friend of mine hadn’t written it?

Well, in all honesty, probably, yeah. But that shouldn’t make me beat up on my friend. It should give me pause for when I go all-out on people who aren’t my friend. There should be one rigorous standard — no euphemism, no pulled punches, no intellectual sloppiness, but no unfairness either. Doesn’t mean I have to treat bad-faith arguments as good-faith ones, nor does it mean this blog can’t have fun. It certainly doesn’t mean this blog can’t have friends.

We’re all naturally inclined to look favorably on our friends and protect them. I thought I threaded the needle pretty well in criticizing a friend’s work when I considered it wrong-headed. But I get weary of comments that are like, “How can you be friends with that so-and-so.” Well, easily. I want friends who agree with me and share my values and so forth. But I don’t only want friends who do. I like the fact that a friend of mine with similar interests — this was a drinking session that covered the conversational distance between NIAC to Patti Smith to women to DJ Premier to Jimmy Gestapo’s guest appearance in Grand Theft Auto 4 – simply does not see things the way I see them. We give each other a respectful hearing, and sometimes a disrespectful one, too. Life is good that way.

There is a real problem if journalists tilt what they write to protect their friends. To some degree, as Janet Malcolm observed, journalism is best practiced by inherently disreputable and untrustworthy and socially maladjusted people, who feel no personal allegiances. I have more than my share of vices, but I’m not that person. It’s a balance, and I’ll stumble at times. But I’m working on it.