Many of my friends out here talk about how “wild” they were in college, how they had loads of sex and drank and drugged it up all the time, recklessly, out of control. I should have went to their college. Four years of college taught me that working at a college newspaper will not get you laid, and sitting around lamenting that fact with fellow editors does little to help the problem.
No, Will, it wouldn’t have helped. My college was the same way. Confession: one of the reasons I went into the liberal arts was the notion that I’d meet more girls that way. And it worked, sort of, because I met my future wife thanks to the guy sitting next to me on the Tampa Trib county desk. Odd as it may seem, my luck did improve after I became an editor.
(Will Leitch, author of “Life as a Loser,” is interviewed at Media Bistro. List of his “Life as a Loser” columns here.)