Each year, the German embassy sponsors the Young Journalists’ Program – they take a handful of American journalism students to Munich and Berlin to meet German journalists and visit media companies in the land of Bach and Oktoberfest. This year, I get to go.
- It’s not stalking if you have a press pass. Don’t be afraid to call sources repeatedly to ask the right questions and get the necessary details. If you can master this lack of self-consciousness, you can master good reporting.
- Google before you tweet – the 2013 version of “think before you speak.” Continue reading
The first night I’m home, I’m eating leftovers and reading whatever’s lying around on the dining room table. I find the May 4 issue of India Bulletin. I think, cool, let’s take a look at what’s going on in India. I find the following story:
Alright, fine. Kinda weird and crazy because YOUR SON IS NINE YEARS OLD AND MAYBE HE SHOULD LEARN TO TIE HIS SHOES WITHOUT THE HELP OF A MAID FIRST, but whatever. I roll my eyes and move on. A couple pages later, I find this:
I flip back to the first story. Then back to the second. Back to the first. Back to the second. Afterwards, I stopped reading the paper.
These two stories were in the same paper, same issue, even took place in the same city. You can read them for yourself here. In the same city that a mother is expressing her pride at the fact that her not-quite-adolescent son can drive one of the family’s 18 cars (he gets to because it’s his birthday, by the way), a different mother is inconsolable because her five-year-old daughter is dead after being raped by a family friend.
There are a million factors that affect each of these stories – race, class, gender, culture, upbringing, geographic location. The families could be analyzed, data could be collected, books could be written. But, and I say this with the exhausted — and now angry — brain of a graduate student, maybe there is a semi-simple solution here.
Let’s all stop teaching our sons that, if they insist enough, they can have whatever the hell they want.
Is it just me or does that make a ridiculous amount of sense?
It’s internship season now, and every post on JournalismJobs and MediaBistro proudly declares that they will not be using you as a moving tray. You will be doing Real Work, like reporting things, jumping into hard news, writing front page stories, sitting in on editorial meetings and being allowed to speak. It’ll be great! You’ll be pitching stories, poring through data, getting Deep Throat to tell you all his inner secrets and winning a Pulitzer. You’ll be consuming more coffee than you deliver.
When I see that sentence, I shudder. Not because they’re lying, but because they are telling the truth.
The six-word bio is an initiative by Smith Magazine for capturing profound and clipped life stories. It is also a component of a Berkeley student’s profile that is shared throughout the Berkeley network and shown to potential employers.
It is, more importantly, an excellent way to waste a lot of time. Kind of like extreme Twitter.
Dominique: “As a matter of fact, one can feel some respect for people when they suffer. They have a certain dignity. But have you ever looked at them when they’re enjoying themselves? That’s when you see the truth. Look at those who spend the money they’ve slaved for – at amusement parks and side shows. Look at those who’re rich and have the whole world open to them. Observe what they pick out for enjoyment. Watch them in smarter speak-easies. That’s your mankind in general. I don’t want to touch it.” (143-4)
By Nausheen Husain
Westmont resident Teresa Baker has some advice for the young people of today: read more.
That’s what the newly 100-year-old offered up with other tips last week, days after she marked her centennial birthday May 30.