Showing posts with label Public relations. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Public relations. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Once a Journalist, Always a Journalist

So it's time for a little confession:
Deadline USA, All the President's Men, The Paper, His Girl Friday, Up, Close and Personal, (State of Play definitely falls in this category but came too late) - these were dangerous movies for an impressionable young mind such as mine. For a while in my past (college years and grad school) I sincerely believed that I wanted to be a journalist.

I majored in Journalism/Mass Media, then got an MA in Media and Public Affairs, working for school papers, contributing for my hometown sheet, bylining for a national financial journal, interning with experienced journalists.

But then, after almost 2 years in the States, when it became obvious that there was no chance for me to get a job in journalism (papers were already struggling with dwindling readerships in 2006, and my English writing skills were still not up to par) - I gave up, turned in, tuned out and took an internship with a public relatiosn firm. One thing led to another and, four years later, here I am, working for a public relations giant.

Looking back, I think I made the right decision. It's a sad thing when you realize that crushing your own dreams with the fist of practicality was "the right thing to do".

This is the piece that got me thinking about it: Lou and Me, by Don Terry, formerly of the Chicago Defender, the Chicago Tribune, the St. Paul Pioneer Press, the St. Paul Dispatch, and The New York Times, where he was part of the team that won the Pulitzer Prize in 2001 for the series "How Race is Lived in America."

My heart is with you, Don.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Terrible PR: Qaddafi for Allah

Libyan leader, Col. Qaddafi, is trying out new recruiting tactics for Islam: one of them, with the blessing of the Italian government (actively making amends for its colonial occupation of Libya) is to organize soirees for Italian women who, he hopes, may be susceptible to change persuasions.

The Italians, used to being wined and dined on date night, or at least offered an espresso, left grumbling, unsatisfied by their first blind date with the Prophet.