Thursday, March 26, 2015
I grew up reading the newspaper — and I am old enough to remember a time when there was not one but two newspapers a day, one delivered in the morning and one in the afternoon — and the printed newspaper remains my preferred source of news.
As far as I’m concerned, the printed newspaper is a superior product.
It shows up on your doorstep every day. It doesn’t have pop-up ads. It doesn’t keep track of which articles you read. It doesn’t require electricity. You can let it sit for three days and when you finally get around to it, you can see what you missed, the news it presents will still be the same.
And it also has additional uses as a physical product — you can use it as a packing material or worm bin bedding or to start a fire in your woodstove.
But the main reasons I like it are because (a) it is finite and (b) someone else has done the work of deciding what to include.
So that means I can review and read what interests me and skim the rest and be done. I’m not in danger of getting sucked into clicking on the next thing the next thing the next thing. I just read what’s there. And then I read the comics. And then I put it in the recycle bin.
Another benefit is that sometimes you come across things that you probably would not have seen if someone hadn’t put them in the newspaper for you.
In 2012, I was reading the paper and came across an article about a woman who had gone missing three years earlier and whose husband was trying to find her, or to find out any information about her disappearance. It was kind of a weird story.
The article reported that the husband said that his wife’s “preferred occupation is stripping.”
“She used to say she could drink, get her exercise in and work all at the same time,” he said. “She thought it was a very efficient use of her time.”
And I don’t know what it was about that, the story overall was strange and sad, but I just thought that quote was so funny.
I told my friend Ann about it and we have been laughing about it ever since. We’re like okay what is your stripper job — the thing you get paid for that also accomplishes other goals at the same time. It’s like the holy grail of job seeking.
The Stripper Job.
And there’s really no point to this post other than to send the idea of the stripper job out into the world, and to get the thankfully outdated snow picture off the top of the page.
Hope all is well with everyone in readerland.
School done in 34 days.