Dear Journalism, (on the occasion of my finishing grad school) One word, dear friend, before I let you go back to your staff cuts: all that bullshit talk about you dying before I even get a stab at being a hot-shot investigative reporter, galoping across the steppes breaking pipeline scandals in Khirghizstan, whilst researching a [...]
The funny thing is that it will have taken a real bad recession, masterminded by the sort of rapacious big cheeses that have never been in the vicinity of a shovel, for the modest tool to acquire its sexiest connotations in history. Ever since the spectacular rise of the “shovel-ready” trope, used to qualify the [...]
Yesterday morning at breakfast, I fell off my chair while simultaneously spraying a mouthful of Weetabix and soymilk all over last week’s New Yorker. Lo and behold, the magazine, which I have pedestalized into a paragon of journalistic virtue and rectitude, a Mecca of accuracy, (I mean what sort of publication goes as far as [...]