I'm going to be a journalist. And you can go to hell for doubting me.
But it's going to take some work. Therein lies the problem. At my internships, I've mostly been on a leash. Day in, day out, I write what gets brushed off of the 'career writer' table as scraps that even riff-raff like me can effectively produce. But I'm getting hungrier.
In the course of my nascent career I've come to know this town intimately, and familiarity breeds contempt. I'm sick of the student protests that boil down to the rabid leading the awkward. There's no real social strife amongst students - we're just the ones too cowardly to drop out and chase our dreams, and from too wealthy a background to have to.
There's of course the minority that pull themselves through with three jobs or surf on debt in lieu of parental support, and to them I ask - don't you think there's any other way? Your ancestors have been fucked by the system enough, and all you want to do is get in line for another beating?
We're all still suckling at the poison teats of mama Corporatism, and we only raise a wail when there aren't enough nipples to go around. We've got to stand up, open our eyes, and learn to feed ourselves.
So I wanna move on. Sure, there's no bike lane on 5th street, and of course we could provide more healthcare for the homeless, but relatively, this place is fucking Leave it to Beaver. I want to see where the rubber meets the road. Show me where the problems are, and where starry-eyed activist kids actually need to be. Not fighting for their right to access a meaningless education, but where they could do some real good.
Give me a city - give me any city - and let me breathe it in for a while. Enough of this cushy incubator crap. Give me reality.
All this and more coming soon, whenever I have 15 minutes to spend banging keys on my computer.
"HOLY SMOKE, isn't that Jesus? Look busy" [Unlikely]
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