New York Times piece laments inherent newsiness of journos gone bad (and getting rich), and ignores inherent good news: as long as it’s news that our colleagues are screwing up royally, it means the rest of us aren’t. In a refreshing aside, I wasn’t the only one absent a clue about Paris Hilton.
But in the spirit of an old Billy Joel song, the sinners clearly fascinate most of us far more than the saints do. How else can you explain the oversized headlines for the latest Michael Jackson creepiness or for the sexual escapades of Paris Hilton (a name that we had assumed until recent days referred to a hotel in France)?
(I promise this will be the last time a Billy Joel song will be mentioned here, until he does something newsworthy.)