Sharon Feinstein

How stressful is it being a journo. Everyone hates us, we don’t even particularly like ourselves. We often have to write about things we have no real interest in – celebrities and their fatness, thinness, diets. Yawn! We sit down to interview people we wouldn’t otherwise spend 5 minutes with, and charmingly attempt to get ‘ the story. ‘ Oh my god, how to extract that killer line from someone who just wants to tell you how he follows Method acting, enjoys working with Guy Richie, prefers working in L.A. Yes yes that’s all very well but what about the time you lured Sienna Miller into bed when she was meant to be going out with Rhys Ifans, let’s cut to the chase and all go home, she pleads.
After all that the agent tries to block the story, the editor doesn’t think it’s juicy enough, there’s been another Simon Cowell deal which knocks it out altogether, and don’t worry we’ll pay you a kill fee. No wonder we end up in the pub or wine bar most nights, have heart attacks, stress related illnesses and can’t seem to make relationships last.
But it gets under your skin, appeals to people who like big highs and lows, living on the edge, and are basically masochists, let’s face it. Either that or we’re good for nothing else and can’t imagine adjusting to nine to five regulated lives anywhere else, so we just keep going and die young. I’m off to open another bottle of wine.

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