My first brush with journalism’s fight for existence with a social media app came in June while hitting tennis balls across a mesh net with my cousin in the Chicago suburbs.
“So, you write for sports teams, right? Like they pay you?” she asked, echoed by the whack of her racket. I sent the ball back with a reply, “Well, no … that would be public relations.”
My cousin is smart, as any 23-year-old law student ought to be. But as we extended our serving streak, one thing became clear: She didn’t know what a journalist was.
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