Why I Don't Hate the MSM

No, really, I don't. I mean, not entirely.

I loved newspapers. I loved the dusky marks on my fingers that proved I had spent the morning educating myself. I loved the elevator in the old downtown building that carried us from the roar of the press room floor up to the quiet buzz of the newsroom.

It had a metallic smell, and a reddish carpet blotched with ink, and looked, for all the world, like a giant ink pad to a 7-year-old.

So, how did I end up here? Hop over and read my first column in the Examiner to find out.

If you click enough, I could maybe land in that "Most Popular" spot on the Examiner homepage, which would totally make up for all the senior superlatives I missed out on in high school.

Seriously, y'all read about the teeth, right? Help a sister out.

UPDATE: I ain't too proud to beg. Check out the Examiner homepage to see who's "Most Popular." Wait 'til the Homecoming committee hears about this! Thanks for the boost, guys.