A reporter was having her wedding when the quake hit Sichuan today. She went to work immediately. via
^REAL-LIFE LOIS LANE, RIGHT HERE.^
The most amusing thing is this IS exactly how the BBC report on practically everything.
this was exactly like watching the BBC news oh my god
Not just the BBC — this looks like more than one “special report” I’ve seen in an American broadcast news program.
where every time a man (allegedly) brutally killed a woman it was endlessly covered by all mainstream news networks all the time and everyone knew all about it?
You know what they say, “Dog bites man” is everyday life, “Man bites dog” is a headline. It’s so common that it doesn’t even merit a second glance, not that it’s a good thing.
Hed from the Ulster Gazette (Northern Ireland).
~ via Romenesko
New York Post front page for Thursday, April 11, 2013
Well done, NY Post
The NY Post is an evil evil rag. But this is why everyone in New York reads it. It would be a devastating blow to the character of our city to be without its particular brand of trash.
The NYP is so trashy, but one of my desert island, top 5 all-time dream jobs has always been to be a copy editor there, just to be able to make up the glorious heds they use.
Perhaps the most (in)famous is Headless Body in Topless Bar, which has long been considered the ne plus ultra of trashy, punny heds.
Why you should be in passionate horny love with Elizabeth ‘Nellie Bly’ Cochrane
- Born in 1864/65, Elizabeth, one of 15 children, was always ‘the rebellious one’. Fierce as fuck from an early age, she testified against her abusive stepfather in her mother’s divorce trial.
- In 1880 she enrolled in a teacher-training college but had to leave after her first semester due to lack of funding - then moved to Pittsburgh to help run a goddamn boarding school.
- This is where we get to the good shit. Age 18, she wrote a letter-to-the-editor of the Pittsburgh Dispatch bitchslapping the everloving fuck out of a sexist ballsack of an article entitled ‘What Girls Are Good For’.
- The editor was so goddamn wooed by her razor-sharp tongue that he RAN AN AD asking her to identify herself. Elizabeth owned up, and was hired instantaneously, her badassery radiating from her pores and intoxicating all within a twenty mile radius.
- Working under the pen-name Nellie Bly, Elizabeth kicked the butts of morons everywhere, writing articles aimed at social justice, particularly labour laws to protect working ‘girls’ and reform of Pennsylvania’s divorce law, which greatly favoured men.
- Not content with changing the world from behind her desk, Elizabeth became a founding mother of investigative journalism. She was expelled from Mexico for exposing political corruption, and henceforth wrapped in cotton wool by her editors. Infuriated by their mollycoddling, Lizzie left them a note essentially telling them to fuck themselves and hot footed it to NYC. She was still only 23.
- Within six months she was hired by Joseph fucking Pulitzer himself, and continued her batshit crazy investigations uninhibited. Her very first assingment had her feigning mental illness to expose repulsive conditions in Blackwell’s Island Insane Asylum. Her cutting report was so fucking horrifying, compelling and persuasive that it triggered public and political action, leading to reform of the institution.
- In the next couple of years she had herself thrown in jail and hired by a sweatshop, all for shits and giggles. Oh, and to uncover incomprehensible injustice, cruelty, poverty, and the concealed, heinous treatment of the vulnerable and voiceless.
- But was pioneering journalism, social revolution and batshit badassery enough for our Liz? Like fuck it was. On a whim Nellie did what any self-respecting 25 year old woman in the 1800s would do - she emulated Jules Verne’s Around the World in Eighty Days, and did it in 72.
- Millions followed her journey, and its appeal to a semi-literate populace resulted in greatly increased newspaper readership. So while travelling the entire globe (IN THE 1800s, AS A WOMAN) by ship, train, burro and balloon, she helped the world to read.
- Having essentially conquered the entire goddamn universe before hitting 30, Nellie retired, and wed 72 year old industrialist Robert Seaman. Their marriage was a happy one, and after his death she took over Iron Clad Manufacturing Co.
- But Lizzie was a writer, what would she know about the metal industry? Well, she INVENTED the steel barrel that became the model for the widely used 55-gallon drum and turned her inherited businesses into multimillion-dollar companies, so apparently a fuck ton.
- Furthermore, she set a precedent for working conditions, ensuring her workers had good pay, gymnasiums, staffed libraries, and health care, all completely unheard of at the time, while still writing to further the plight of the Suffragette movement.
- Nellie may have died age 58 of pneumonia, but HBICs live on forever.
Lost & Found, my OUT magazine cover story about The Perks of Being a Wallflower, is now online and should be hitting newsstands & awesome bookstores very soon.
we’ll also be posting extended interviews with ezra miller & author/filmmaker stephen chbosky later this week…
got questions about the story? hit my ask box & i’ll do my best to answer them all.
ETA: the gallery of beautiful photos of ezra, logan lerman & johnny simmons is up, too.
It’s become clear to me that by remaining silent on certain aspects of my personal life for so long, I have given some the mistaken impression that I am trying to hide something - something that makes me uncomfortable, ashamed or even afraid. This is distressing because it is simply not true…The fact is, I’m gay, always have been, always will be, and I couldn’t be any more happy, comfortable with myself, and proud.
The whole piece is a really great read, because it explains the very legit math he did as a journalist while also talking about why he ultimately decided this obligation was, perhaps, a larger one. As a gay person and former news journalist with enough opinions on pretty much everything to get me in trouble all the time, the content and grace of this entire decision was something I really, really appreciated.
I wanted to be a writer forever—it was only a matter of how it would fit into my life. And now, I tell stories that teach people. I’ve written about books sex, religion, art, coffee drinks, 9/11, local film industries, intergenerational tensions, and sociopsychological effects of the Recession. I’m graduating with debt, and I don’t even have a degree in Journalism. But I’ve scrapped to get myself opportunities, and I’m about to gain international writing experience. I’ve been stonewalled by organizations during investigations and had angry letters written about my work. Best compliments I ever received.
I am a journalist and multimedia writer. And a proud member of the 4th Estate
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