I write for a large-market newspaper and when the freelance Gods smile down on me, a few other regional and national news organizations. The other day I posted a FB request asking for copies of what at the time, was yesterday’s issue (sometimes I like to send articles to my mom like she’s always done with me in the past … you know, about something mind-blowing that she simply must learn about, especially if I’m the one who wrote the article). Anyhoo, you know how many copies I was able to finagle from my neighbors and other local yokels … ZERO.
I got a lot of responses like, “sorry don’t get the paper anymore” and “only get it on Sundays” and my favorite that really made me feel like what I do matters, “who reads the paper anymore?” EGADS!
So who does read the paper these days? Do the hours I spend researching, quoting, searching out perfect synonyms so I don’t repeat the same word over and over again … do those hours matter? To anyone? Or have we become a nation addicted to the instant news feed of Twitter and the likes. (sigh)
For me, like a tangible book, there is something extraordinary about holding actual newsprint in my hands … the way it smells, the way it sounds when unfolded, the way it tastes when you lick your fingertip to help turn the pages … still, I get it. It’s wasteful to print so much paper — and it’s certainly more convenient to whip out the iPad and presto … The Times, The Tribune, The Chronicle, the whatever you subscribe to is there, freshly pressed dare I say.
But I like the paper. I like the formality of it. The tradition. And for some reason or another the news just seems more real when I hold it in my hand … I feel the stories more … because the paper sits on my coffee table … with faces staring at me, reminding me all the day through, of the struggles and triumphs, sadness and joy that people, just like me, are living with. And that, ladies and gentlemen, that is why I look forward to that “slam” against my front door at the wee hours of the morning … (well, technically the carrier just puts it in the paper slot, but a girl can still dream of the days when Father Knew Best).
Do you read the paper? How many? Online? In print? I’m curious … Today’s post inspired by The Daily One-word Prompt: Newspaper.