Two questions occur to me, after a morning spent in court for a story I'm writing: one, do you think it makes me a bad person if I get a sadistic little thrill at the wide-eyed "Oh, shit, it's her
" look certain people get at the sight of little ol' me walking in with notebook in hand and press badge around my neck? And two, does it make me even worse
if I compound such feelings by giving these people an enormously friendly wave and flashing a smile even wider than the one Farrah Fawcett made famous in the 70s
? (That link leads to a slightly dishonest photo; the smile I surely wore today, but since it's winter in New England I wore a bulky sweater rather than a skimpy bathing suit. And there's no way I'd ever try wearing that shade of orange. Not to mention the appearance of my hair after a huge chunk of half-melted snow fell out of a tree and landed on my head as I walked into court this morning.)
I sincerely hope the answer to both questions is "no," because I'll likely continue such behaviors regardless.
Semi-pointless anecdote: last week I was talking with a guy from another paper, and he said "I went into journalism to tell the truth and to help people." And I said, "Huh. I went into journalism to annoy authority figures who piss me off. And the best way to do that, I've learned, is to tell the truth."
(Actually I went into it because I liked writing snarky stuff anyway, so figured I may as well get paid for it. The downside is, I am also often obligated to find and report actual news.)