Just to be clear: yes, I write, and yes, I get paid to do so, but no, I don’t consider myself a journalist. Journalists are obsessive and fact-checky and inquisitive and smart. I look at Wikipedia a couple of times and, if the coffee’s strong enough, I’ll Google something.
I have the luxury of being so breezy because I write mostly about fluffy stuff, while the others on staff prefer picking apart the minutiae of breaking news. (I might enjoy that, too, if I had more time, but what ‘cha gonna do?)
As examples of said fluffy stuff, behold two video clips I endured yesterday — each featuring Tila Tequila, her new Lambo Gallardo, and pumps to match. She allegedly bought both with the advance from her upcoming porn film. I had no idea that Vivid was coughing up that kind of dough these days. Clearly, I was born with the wrong skill set. And reproductive organs.
4 thoughts on “Things That I Am Forced To Endure For The Sake Of ‘Journalism’”
I think the call on the sexual organs is one best made by the viewer, no?
Assuming “the viewer” is the one forking over fistfuls of cash, then yes.
You sure that fact-checking on Wikipedia is in the Good Journalist’s Bible?
I’m sure it isn’t. But then, as I said, I’m no journalist.