Traditional Media Must Really Be Financially Depressed; Nobody Is Buying My Stuff
This may sound like a childish, petulant rant. And lo and behold, there is an excellent reason for that: Because it is. If one ever needed a sign as to just how depressed the traditional media is, then look no further than the one on my front door which reads: “Nobody Is Buying My Stuff.”
I sent this story about the man who broke the record for most goals in the Slovakian Hockey League and then was sent by the referee to the penalty box for excessively celebrating to several media outlets. Nobody purchased it. Ten years ago, I would have believed it was a sure thing.
I should explain that to a freelance journalist ten years ago a sure thing meant that you would send a piece in to 100 publications and one would accept it. Now one can send a piece into a 1,000 publications and still not get it published. (Of course, these days 999 of those 1,000 publications belong to Rupert Murdoch.)
Has the English-language media declined to such a degree that nobody in this day and age would consider buying a quirky story about the eccentricities of Slovakian hockey? Perish the thought.
