This is my jam.
Journalists my age and younger (I’ve been in the business since 2005—right around the time digital media emerged as a plausible career option) have never operated under the illusion that a staff job at The New Yorker or a New York Times column was in our future. But nearly a decade into the digital-media revolution, another shift has occurred. It’s not just that journalists understand former “prestige” jobs will be nearly impossible to get. Now we don’t even want them.
The appeal of working for media standard-bearers has diminished considerably. Sure, we still wouldn’t say no to lunch with David Remnick or delete an email from Jill Abramson. But the definition of “prestige” in media is changing, fast. These days, some young journalists still aspire to be political reporters for The Washington Post or international correspondents on network news. But many others would rather create their own media empire, or be a freelance writer for a variety of outlets, or run a blog for a relatively small community of readers.
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KING AZAZ: You must rescue the Princesses of Rhyme and Reason
MILO: no i mustnt
KING AZAZ: Please, my dear boy!
Without these sisters, our kingdom will decay into chaos
MILO: sisters eh