Unicorns, Rainbows and Good Old Fashioned Media...

I’m a little sad these days. Sad about the state of journalism. I shed a tear when I see how anorexic the New York Times, my favorite paper of all times, has become. I’d prefer to live in a world of disbelief—you know the kind, where unicorns kiss the clouds, rainbows make daily appearances, women all wear slips and appear without cellulite, and all the good, cherubic citizens read the day’s news in traditional paper form whilst sipping coffee, ahem, made at home and from, ahem, ceramic mugs. So, I get a particular shocking dose of reality when I hear credentialed pundits crap all over traditional media. This was the case this past weekend when I heard a depressing piece on the state of media on NPR. I’m quite sure the piece was actual and not a hallucination of my usual Sunday-oh-sh*t-tomorrow-is-Monday stupor, but I can’t seem to find evidence of its existence online, so your guess is as good as mine, and hence, no fancy hyperlinking in this post. Anyhow, I promise I heard some wise-guy utter, rather arrogantly, that “media is dead.” I cursed Mr. Pundit from behind the wheel of my Prius, which I’m told is the new junior executive car (thanks Chris-y poo poo) and recollected the days of print media… when clients thought I was god because I could secure them 1-2 sentences in the Wall Street Journal. But, those days are long gone. So, I did what any great woman would do—I cried. Mascara stained my cheeks (next time, I buy it in Waterproof). But, I knew I had to move on. I had to jump on the Social Media Bandwagon. I relented. I rolled my eyes. I hissed. I may have even given the middle finger to the World Wide Web. Then, I picked up my Pad Thai to-go order and started to dream about TechCrunch… or was it Scobleizer… or maybe RocketBoom…

PS, is that the correct usage of "whilst"? I swear, that word is as trendy as celebrity babies and gluten allergies.