As expected as more and more details come out, the media has jumped all over the Benoit story. And while the evidence that we know of doesn’t position Benoit in any position for sympathy (nor does he deserve it at this point), it’s the stories of the last 48 hours that have reminded me why I knew I would never make it in journalism, and why I can’t stand the vast majority of it to this day. Continue reading Benoit, part deux
Had I written this post at 6PM yesterday, this post would have been different.
Had I written this post at 10PM yesterday, it would have been different from that one.
Had I written this post at 1AM this morning, it would have been different from either of those.
At 8AM, at 10AM, even as I write this now, I’m not sure how to write this. Continue reading Benoit