I was spending some time in the Stony Brook Press office last week, (settle down, Indie staff-it was for an interview…and, yes, maybe to watch the latest episode of South Park with my interview subjects) when I noticed this lengthy feature (2,900 words) by Najib Aminy in the latest print issue on the enfeebled journalism job market and just how it’s been treating the latest Stony Brook graduates these days.
I’d say that the word length in itself makes a powerful statement. When it comes to the arthritic job market in this industry, our alumni (though quite a diminutive group at present) apparently have a lot (or, perhaps more) to say. If you’re writing a nearly 3,000-word story on the issue, I guess that comes as a healthy advantage. If you’re floundering around in stale air nine long months after you hurled your mortarboard skyward, however, perhaps it’s not such a wonderful thing.
Stony Brook University Newsroom
For those of you pursuing a career in journalism, you might want to check out this recent piece courtesy of the Chronicle of Higher Education. Worried that talented young writers are collectively ditching their dreams of producing Pulitzer Prize-winning press-stoppers en masse in exchange for…I don’t know, an M.B.A. (or some other heinously boring degree)? Luckily, the Chronicle of Higher Education would like to assuage your apprehensions with some simple, yet bluntly comprehensive advice: just STOP.
Or, as the irritatingly optimistic a capella song suggests, “don’t worry, be happy.” However, I suppose I should mention that this particular song debuted years before the era of private equity.
But, hey…everything’s going to be fine, right? I mean, according to this, throngs of J-schoolers are flooding major programs in dozens of colleges and universities nationwide…despite the thinning job market of which they are constantly-and I do mean pretty near constantly-reminded.