Member of the Media:
Now that I’m, like, a member of the media and all that, I suppose I’m entitled to attend events thrown by Media Bisto, which I did this evening. Ran into one of my officemates from the Grotto (Connie, thanks for being you) and saw the back of Alan Deutchman’s head. Even though I could say truthfully that, yes, I write book reviews for the Chronicle and yes, I publish a content-heavy Web site that’s still alive, a little lesion on my confidence makes me wait for some goateed fellow named Kirk who started writing for Vanity Fair at 13, to say “Hey, kid, go home. This is for real writers.”
Insecurity, what would I be without you?