Being a journalist is great, and I am very proud of what I have chosen as my life’s work.
It comes with some good things – people recognize you and give you a compliment – and it comes with some bad things – people recognize you and tell you that you stink.
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Being a journalist is great, and I am very proud of what I have chosen as my life’s work.
It comes with some good things – people recognize you and give you a compliment – and it comes with some bad things – people recognize you and tell you that you stink.
But I have found over the years that one thing is harder than pretty much anything else about this job. No, it is not asking tough questions. No, it is not going into a situation that you know in advance will be hostile. No, it is not taking the at times absolutely profane and threatening calls that journalists get from time to time. (That has not happened to me at this job, for the record).
For me, the hardest thing about this job is taking pictures. I don’t mean the physical part of taking pictures. I actually took a photography class in college. I shot with a manual camera (this was before digital) and developed my own film. It was an involved process and fun, actually.
But once I got to a newspaper and went out on assignments, I realized something: A lot of people hate to have their picture taken.
And when I say hate, I mean Packers/Bears level hate.
Just recently I was taking pictures at Autumn on Parade.
“Don’t take my picture.” A woman barked at me. “I don’t want to be in a picture.”