I met this girl over the holiday. She is very nice. She works for a popular online publication. She wants to help C find a job and help me in my pursuits as well. She had the idea of telling my story to another journalist she works with. One who likes writing stories about people, whatever you’d call a biographical article. I suppose the draw to my story is my being a college educated unemployed 20 something guy in NYC. Kinda apropos. “How come you’re not marching on Wall St?” “Do you have a favorite job interview story?” (The real journalist may think of better questions).
This is how the article will start.
I took D out for coffee before the interview, just so we could get to know one another a bit before. The first thing he said to me was “If you’re going to write a true to life article about me you’re gunna need a few empty paragraphs.” I obviously questioned his journalistic style, “But that would just be a waste of space.” “Exactly.”
I can tell him about my short lived stint in the NYC film industry. How I’ve been in the company of artists and filmmakers as they were producing their work. He’ll ask about my visions of how life should have played out thus far. How that can be the same story for thousands of other people my age. We can talk about how there is much of my situation that was out of my control. He can ask me who I think is to blame, maybe if I have a solution for our country’s economic situation (not that, but you get the idea). I dunno, maybe getting into the mind of a real-life unemployed 20 something living on the Upper West Side could be worth a read.
“Tell me, D, what is it you blog about?”
“That’s the thing, see, I don’t have a real subject. It’s really just a way to take up time.”
I don’t know if I would make an interesting subject, but the idea of having an article about me written in this well known publication is hilarious. I’ll keep you posted as the subject progresses.