When it comes to journalism, I’m an open tent kind of guy — nothing is more tedious than some sanctimonious hack reporter snidely dismissing pajama-wearing bloggers and citizen journalists when, as is often the case, it is the bunny slipper-wearing amateurs who are producing the truly compelling work. However, I do draw the line at industry lobbyists passing themselves off as journalists, particularly when it’s done because either 1) they want to skate past the $400 to $575 it would normally cost them to get in, presumably in orderto save money so they can go get their golf clubs polished after the panel discussion (double entendre intended) or 2) they can’t admit to themselves they are a paid shill acting on behalf the agenda — and at the behest — of a much, much wealthier person . . . which, it must be said, does sound an awful lot like journalism.
Here’s what spurs my line-drawing:
That said, I’m inclined to believe B&G have enough money to foot the bill for attending a conference on the core subjects they litigate and lobby, which leads me to the conclusion that our lobbyist friend for some inexplicable reason feels more comfortable identifying as a journalist than as a much better paid lobbyist — I’m told not for the first time — which, if pursuit of respectability in the eye’s of one’s peers is the concern, is like seeking respite from an uncomfortable seat on a boat by jumping into a lake of acid.*
*(I believe this more or less happened in the 1997 film Dante’s Peak with Pierce Brosnan. Hey screw you, it was on TV.)