Posted on 06/03/2006 12:21:57 PM PDT by rhema
From a commencement address I delivered last week:
I want to congratulate you all upon your graduation from the University of Maryland College of Journalism, and wish you luck as you prepare to embark on exciting careers in telemarketing or large-appliance repair.
My point is, this is a challenging time for journalists.
And because you are word people, you understand that "challenging time" is a euphemism often used to describe disasters of epic proportions. For example, Richard Pryor was facing a "challenging time" when he ran down the street half-naked and on fire.
What are your challenges, specifically? Let us begin with, quote unquote, getting a job. Good jobs in journalism have become scarce as newspapers shrink and die, broadcast media fragment to smaller niche audiences and the public appears more and more willing to receive its "news" online from nincompoops ranting in their underpants.
But, it's not like there is no hope. There are still high-prestige, well-paying positions in journalism. Unfortunately, they are filled by tired old coots who aren't going anywhere anytime soon. Me, for example. It'll take a hydraulic winch to pry me loose from this gig.
Two decades ago, I worked with your dean, Tom Kunkel, at the Miami Herald. Back then, the Herald was a newspaper the thickness of the Singapore telephone directory. Today, when carriers fling the Herald onto suburban driveways, it settles to the pavement gently, like a sycamore leaf in the breeze. When Tom and I worked there, the Herald was the flagship of the Knight Ridder newspaper chain, which no longer exists, having recently been purchased by the McClatchy chain, which sold some of the papers to the MediaNews chain, which sold some of the papers to the Kmart chain, which is using them as packing material for Scooby-Doo sippy cups.
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GET A REAL JOB, YOU INK-STAINED WRETCHES!
Reality bites. Hard. But, not to worry. When the J schoolers get real jobs and struggle with taxes and bills like everyone else, they might get a healthy perspective how real people live. I know, I know, so don't laugh, I wrote that "they might."
How galling it must be, to be beaten so badly by people you consider "nincompoops ranting in their underpants".
It is only because readers have grown to trust and value the opinions of those nicompoops in their underpants considerably more than the Maureen Dowds, Jonny Apples and ____Clymers of the world.
The MSM puts the "poop" in our nincompoop underpants.
As opposed to nincompoops in designer clothes ranting from their studios in New York?
Or perhaps, "As opposed to nincompoops in designer clothes with dirty underpants from concern about not having a job next week"
Can I have fries with that? ;^)
A few of us have been musing about the reality of the rapidly dwindling job market for marxist lunatics with a new J degree or the old druggies losing their jobs.
The MSM puts the "poop" in our nincompoop underpants.
LOL!
New keyboard time.
I'm guessing, after the Richard Pryor refernce, he started sounding like Charlie Brown's teacher.
How do you get a recent J-school graduate off your doorstep?
A: Give him a tip and take the pizza.
A classic example of underestimating/disrespecting your opponent, which is always a mistake in anything competitive. Pride cometh before a great fall.
What are you talking about? McD's has plenty of openings for ketchup pumpers. Or they can go the healthful non-burger route:
There's lots of room on the hot dog cart to hang a journalism degree.
Yeah, get a real job.
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