"Don't Tell Mother I Work for [insert newspaper name here], She Thinks I Play Piano in a Whorehouse"...*
Quote:
A couple of years back, around the time he was turning 50, Michael Precker was in his prime as a journalist. He'd never imagined himself doing anything else: "I knew in seventh grade I wanted to be a newspaperman."
A graduate of Columbia Journalism School, he was a foreign correspondent for 11 years in the Middle East and wrote feature articles on countless subjects for the Dallas Morning News. One year, the paper nominated him for a Pulitzer Prize.
Now he has a new job: running a strip club. "I feel lucky," he says.
The
WSJ profile also had this, when he was offered the gig at the mammary mecca:
Quote:
Soon afterwards, he was visiting Israel when the war with Hezbollah in Lebanon broke out, and to his surprise he found himself disinterested in covering it.
Well, we can't have those kinds of journalists, now, can we?
* Okay, so the Journal's hed was
A Reporter Faces the Naked Truth. Eh!