Thursday, 7 February 2013
I've pretty much heard it all: "Journalism is a hard industry, extremely hard, are you sure you're cut out for it?" being the general consensus. When you're aspiring or training to be a hack you tend to get a negative reaction, a concerned look and a casual horror story about losing all your friends and being sued for a gazillion pounds. You persist with your dream, knowing it's all you've ever wanted and that, frankly, everyone else can sod off. And then finally, someone comes and tells you everything you've wanted to hear and everything you always knew to be true - it all comes together. This was always right. I knew I was right.
Fleet Street Fox came to speak to us budding journalists last week. She's an anonymous blogger going under the aforementioned pseudonym, very sweary and just about my perfect woman. In a completely lesbian way. What? She's cool. FSF has just about worked for every newspaper on Fleet Street and loves the industry, but as reporters are entirely unable to give any opinion, she started her blog as a way to tell the truth about her trade. (Before I regurgitate her entire 'about me', you could just read it for yourself.) She writes about the biggest news story of the day, is hilarious, sometimes rude, and somehow manages to keep people wanting to employ her at the same time. My hero.
I, and I'm sure the rest of the class, left feeling pumped up and ready to kick journalism in the metaphorical ass. Fleet Street Fox reminded me of Caitlin Moran and inspired me similarly. I'm completely ready for it.
She also said cunt and I quite liked her for that.
Posted by clairemaxwell at 19:17