Look, I’ve Had It
I’ve been in this game for over 20 years. Started as a cub reporter in some podunk town in Ohio. Remember the first time I got a byline? It was 1998. The story was about a cat stuck in a tree. The cat’s name was Mr. Whiskers. True story. Anyway, that was then. Now? Now I’m sitting here, staring at my screen, wondering what the hell happened to journalism.
It’s not just the algorithms. It’s not just the clickbait. It’s not just the fact that we’re all gonna die in a fire because nobody can be bothered to report on climate change like it’s a real thing. It’s the whole damn system. It’s broken. And I’m tired of pretending it’s not.
Let Me Tell You About Marcus
Let’s call him Marcus. He’s a friend of a friend. Works at one of those big news outlets. You know the ones. They’ve got more awards than a Hollywood starlet. Anyway, I ran into him at a conference in Austin last year. We’re grabbing coffee, right? And he tells me, straight up, “We don’t do investigative journalism anymore. It’s too expensive. People don’t click on it.” I mean, come on. That’s like a chef saying, “We don’t do food anymore. It’s too expensive. People don’t eat it.”
Which… yeah. Fair enough. But still. It’s depressing.
The Algorithm Will Eat Itself
You ever notice how every story looks the same these days? It’s like someone hit a big, shiny “make it viral” button, and out popped a bunch of articles that all say the same damn thing. And it’s not just the words. It’s the photos. It’s the headlines. It’s the whole damn package.
I was talking to a colleague named Dave about this the other day. Over coffee at the place on 5th. You know the one. Tiny place, great pastries. Anyway, Dave says to me, “It’s the algorithm, man. It’s eating itself.” And I’m like, “Yeah, but who’s feeding it?”
See, here’s the thing. The algorithm doesn’t just decide what’s news. It decides what’s not news. And that, my friends, is a problem. Because if we’re not careful, we’re gonna wake up one day and realize that the only stories getting told are the ones that fit into a nice, neat little box. And the rest? The important stuff? The stuff that matters? It’s gonna disappear. Poof. Gone.
And Don’t Even Get Me Started on the Comments Section
Oh, you wanted me to talk about the comments section? Fine. You asked for it.
I don’t know about you, but I’ve pretty much given up on reading the comments. It’s like wading through a sewer. And the worst part? It’s not even the trolls. It’s the fact that nobody’s holding these people accountable. They can say whatever they want, and there are no consequences. It’s a free-for-all. And it’s making us all stupid.
I remember this one time, back in 2005. I wrote a piece about local politics. Nothing too exciting. Just your typical, “who’s doing what” kind of thing. But oh boy, did the comments section light up. People were calling me every name in the book. And for what? Because I dared to report the facts? It was ridiculous.
But Here’s the Thing…
Look, I’m not saying we should give up. I’m not saying we should just let the algorithm win. Because that’s not gonna happen. Not on my watch.
What I am saying is that we need to be smarter. We need to be more creative. We need to find ways to cut through the noise. And yeah, maybe that means we gotta get a little messy. Maybe it means we gotta break a few rules. But if that’s what it takes to save journalism, then so be it.
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Anyway, I’m gonna go now. I’ve got a cat to rescue. From a tree. It’s what I do.
About the Author: Sarah Johnson has been a journalist for over 20 years. She’s worked for various publications, from small-town newspapers to national magazines. She’s won awards, made enemies, and once got stuck in a tree trying to save a cat. She’s not sure which of those things she’s most proud of.
