PS:
Journalist now-days are absolutely ridiculous. it makes me want to switch majors all together. I was watching a tribute to columbine last night. One of the victims, a teacher at the high school was shot and killed. His wife was at home waiting for a call, the phone rang and a journalist was on the line
Journalist: Hello, is this Jane Smith?(making up a name cause i don't remember her real name)
Jane: yes...
Journalist: Hi, I'm "looking for a promotion Jones" from the Lamest News station in America, your husband has been killed in the shooting, what do you have to say?
Jane: Threw the phone across the room and doesn't remember anything after that.
i was FURIOUS when i watched that. "WHY ARE JOURNALIST SUCH ASS HOLES!!!" I screamed. (yes, i did use colorful language, even though i've been taming my tongue, no other word could possibly describe that reporter, that name doesn't even do it justice)
then watching the news and the reporters interviewing survivors from the VT shooting...i became even more angry and had to turn it off. I had found this kids blog, his girlfriend was in one of the classrooms and was one of the few that survived, she had taken a stray bullet in the hand. I found his blog again today to see if he had written any updates. and he had 2oo comments on the one from monday, the day it happened. The most recent one i read was from a reporter from CBC news saying that she's sorry, but would love to get an interview with him i scrolled down and only found more from different news stations. one lady from ABC (i think) said "...i know the phones are not working, so maybe you could shoot me and e-mail..."
nice choice of words, idiot.
I've vowed that in my profession, i would never become like that.
GAH! it makes me SO MAD! why? why is everyone so concerned about getting that one interview, or shot that will put them on the top. or get them that promotion they've been waiting for, or that award....its all so stupid. and infuriating. i want to do something...but what? i remember feeling this way when Katrina hit. i wanted desperately to help, i gave blood. but what else?
i hate feeling helpless.