Yankees suck!
(sorry, Medford native)
YES. Not all viewpoints are valid. I'll explain that, using a historical example: The Holocaust. Holocaust deniers do not get a spot in my newscast when I do a WWII anniversary story saying six million never died and it was a hoax. No. It did happen. There are records. There are -- witness. You are insane, and you don't get a say. That's part of a journalist's -- MY -- job, to weed out the insanity and present the most clear picture possible to my audience. Not all bias is unfair.
A more recent example is that idiot in Florida who ran the extremely small church who came with 'Burn a Koran Day'. I didn't cover him until I had to. That is, until my colleagues at the other networks showed up the cameras and mics and networks and got the attention of the U-S government and the religious leaders in Afghanistan and put the troops at risk over there. My position is a yahoo with a congregation of 20 should not have been covered. It was not a mainstream point of view, even a slim mainstream POV, if that makes any sense. That's not unfair; that's common sense.
Other people I don't cover -- Westboro Baptist Church. Any old protester who shows up at any event, be they far left or right.
As for just parroting the political candidates saying whatever and not straightening it out -- this has been a disgraceful political season. A disgraceful decade. Let me tell what I'd do if was covering the Romney campaign for one of the networks for example (I work for one of the networks, but I don't cover the campaign) or the NYT, or the Washington Post: I would say, I don't put your shit on the air unless YOUR CANDIDATE OPENS HIMSELF UP TO QUESTIONS on a regular basis. Period. Think about that. Have you heart about that? No. A candidate speaking unscripted to a reporter should not be an event. That is not good coverage. And you should hear about that.
I'll say it again: MY -- job, to weed out the insanity and present the most clear picture possible to my audience. And news is not doing that right now.
A duvet is a down comforter. A duvet COVER is a cover for that duvet. A comforter one of those cheap bed-in-a-bag things. A quilt is something different, usually made by hand.
I spent far too many years working in the domestics departments of big department stores. I am also bedding snob. You should also be making your bed with hospital corners. It is only proper.
I'm curious as to what happened to the last third of my sentence.
My nice and nephew are St. Bernards. They would LOVE to play in a snowy forest. Not enough this year, though. Their furrry hearts are sad.
So you've learned nothing from the Duke LaCrosse case ongoing Greg Kelly case? Next time you call yourself a journalism site in one of your internal memos, look up the mea
Good for you, Katie.
And why not unionize? I'm about to leave my non-union job, and go back into a union one. I'm as happy as a pig in shit. I get my benefits back, and higher rate of pay, and leave the assholes behind. Team union. Don't tell me you can't afford shit when you're making record profits.
Now: TP the new conference room.
This is kind of like an Onion article from 1986.
Actually, in most states, an employee on break is supposed to be 'completely relieved of duty' while on break, be it lunch or other break.
Having to sit in the crowded restaurant having lunch and attempting to get some peace while getting dirty looks from customers wondering why that worker isn't on duty making me a fucking latte does sound to me like being 'completely relieved of duty.'
Let them use the damn conference room. Don't be a dick. You try standing and running around eight hours a day.
You can always tell who worked on what side of the counter.
I demand pictures of this kangaroo pocket hoodie cape.
Why do you have headphones on while biking? Are you insane? You're on the street, in traffic. Pay attention before you win a Darwin award.
TELL ME ABOUT IT. Buster has been in therapy for two months now. #crosstalk
I still comment here, and write for/comment ALL THE FUCKING time on Crasstalk, which is awesome.
Hi, darlin'. #crosstalk
Do what the professionals do in studio. Cup on one ear, off the other. I'm a radio girl, and I HATE earbuds. I wear my professional Sony Studio Monitors (which are 20 years old-- buy nice shit) and when on the street, it's one ear on, one ear off. Same story at work, so I can hear people yelling instructions at me.
Also: Don't turn the volume all the way up. You'll appreciate it when you're sixty.
I get that you're trying to be funny, but something useful would have been TAKE A SELF-DEFENSE COURSE.
Lots of police departments offer them. There are things you can do. I work odd hours, and am often coming and going at three in the morning. Here are some of them.
Check your car before you get in.
Look around you when walking. Be aware. No headphones. Can I repeat that? NO HEADPHONES when you're alone, when it's dark, when it's late, when you're in unfarmilliar territory. Same story with cell phones. Don't walk and text and become unaware of your surroundings. Don't walk and talk on the phone and be unaware. Be aware. Carry the phone so it's available, but not obvious.
Don't be afraid to say 'hello' to people. Someone's behind you and you're not comfortable with that? Stop walking. Let him pass you. Say 'how you doing?' Let him get in front of you. You have just let a potential assailant know you are AWARE of him, you know what he looks like, you know he is there, and that you're not going to put with any shit. He's going to look for someone else.
If someone starts to give you trouble? MAKE NOISE. AS MUCH AS YOU CAN. LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD LOUD.
Never go to another location. "get in the car, I won't hurt you?" Fight to the death.
Always be aware. The criminal wants an easy target. Let me clear that I am not saying anyone who is attacked is at fault for not being aware, I'm not. People should be able to walk the streets in peace.
Oh, FFS. Let a news bunny wear jeans. I do mostly anchoring now, but back in the day when I did everything, I wore jeans to work. Decent jeans. No holes. And usually a button down shirt. It was because I never knew when I was doing that day. I could be covering a fire and walking through burned-out debris, or walking through a crime scene and later hosing blood off my cowboy boots (comfy and practical!) or following cops through the woods as they tried to find a missing teenage girl and later standing in the dirt of her shallow grave. More recently, I'd show up for work and be sent out to cover the Deutsche Bank fire or a fucking plane landing in the fucking Hudson. And yes, I work in Radio, but I do see people, and interview people and cover stories in person. I look presentable. I'm identified as a journalist because of the press passes I hang around my neck.
I used to keep a change of clothes in the newsroom and/or in the truck of my car. Not so I'd look good when a Congressman came in, but so I wouldn't smell of a burning building.
If my clothes can be destroyed in the course of a day, you ain't the getting the pretty stuff.
Well, no one's going to fuck you unless you're thin and hot, obviously, so get thee to an Equinox ASAP.
Also: be blonde. That helps.
But what if my baking is REALLY REALLY REALLY shitty is it's truly kinder to simply to pass off a purchased good as my own?
This bullshit is one of the reasons I don't have children. Seriously. Get pissed off about the math and English classes, not the fucking bake sales. I would commit murder if someone got pissy over this. It's a bake sale. Chill.
Word. Get a Heart Rate Monitor.
