She still loved the profession and enjoyed the lives and piece to cameras, but she knew it was all a tad too farcical at times. There were far too many stories they reported and forgot. Far too many conflicts that were once headlines and had captured the imaginations of many now awaited resolution, stale and unwanted as yesterday’s tea. It was hard to keep up your spirit when you started realizing it was just a job after all and that a headline did not change someone’s destiny. Except maybe the reporter’s if she or he was picked up by a rival channel for better pay. So getting into the profession wanting to make a difference and working for the greater good as the journalists of yore had done was certainly not an option anymore. Shweta Ganesh Kumar
Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?
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Charles Bukowski
I imagined it was far better to be optimistic, to proceed assuming wherever you could that you had cared enough, that you'd made a difference, that you would again. Dwelling on the worst was no way to live.
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Gwenda Bond
I had an interview once with some German journalist–some horrible, ugly woman. It was in the early days after the communists–maybe a week after–and she wore a yellow sweater that was kind of see-through. She had huge tits and a huge black bra, and she...
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Karl Lagerfeld
The death of a billionaire is worth more to the media than the lives of a billion poor people.
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Mokokoma Mokhonoana
If feels good to live after death. It feels good to not be dead. It feels so good to find myself alive and flying home. The music plays in my ears and I float further and further away from war. Fucking Baghdad.
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Michael Hastings
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