I've always been a hard news kind of girl. Even when I was a kid, I'd skip the stories about festivals and parades and do-gooders and go straight for the coverage of a shooting or a debate in the city-parish council (or whatever form of government Lafayette had back then).
And I get my fill of the news in any given day. Along with the stories we're writing in the newsroom on a daily basis, there's a nearly constant stream of news from the outside coming into our newsroom--either from CNN, which we keep on all day long, or from one of us reading news online and announcing to everyone the most shocking headline of the day. That's just who I am.
I've always rolled my eyes at the fluff people. Heck, I roll my eyes twice when I'm assigned to cover fluff. I can't even *understand* why people would prefer the fluff over the hard news. Makes no sense to me at all. I usually thank God I'm not one of those poor, misguided fluff-lovers.
But then sometimes, when I'm lying awake at night because I can't stop worrying that I'll be shot and killed at a gas station...or when I'm panicking randomly for no reason at all...or when I'm watching stupid infomercials at 2 a.m. because I can't sleep for the third night in a row...I wonder if I wouldn't make my life a little easier if I were a fan of fluff.
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