I get to my second class of the day. Intro to PR. Lots of seniors, taught by a head university official guy in a suit with a melodic kind of voice that sounds perfect for public radio or important announcements. He says āKnow your audience.ā
That refrain, so ever popular in my Journalism education continues to haunt me. I have NO IDEA who is reading this bi-weekly ānarishkeitā as my grandfather calls it. Thatās pretty much Yiddish for BS. No relation to Bachelor of Science, the degree I will ideally obtain in the next few years.
So Science. Journalism is a Science. Funny, since I didnāt even take science class senior year. I have always wanted to help people but in my mind, thereās just this giant void between my future and the field of medicine, the sexiest science around.
Well, I think Journalism can be sexy. Lois Lane and Carrie Bradshaw come to mind for the win. Or Anderson Cooper. Too bad heās gay. Off topic.
On topic.The intersection of Journalism, Sex, and my Audience ā this column.But, as previously mentioned, I donāt āknow my audienceā well enough.
Sure, HerCampus attracts college women. Duh. But I doubt anyone browsing HC would find my article randomly, embedded under the ridiculous amounts of content here. One person read me after www.ron-shapiro.net blogged about me, which was cute.Ā But in general, I canāt pinpoint you all.
Youāre masked behind your screen, coded by some IP address sent to my webmistress, never even noted by me.
Most likely, itās my facebook friends reading, who get this link fresh to their newsfeeds each time I post. But I have 2000something āfriendsā and besides a general age and a vague demographic.You canāt really put Scarsdale JAP and my dorm security guard and my British aupair from first grade in the same category.
Or can you? One things unites every one of my darling readers: a curiosity.
Whether thatās a curiosity of Stef or sex or [insert why youāre reading this here], thatās cool. Glad to have you.
So, when my NPR-smooth voiced prof announced that youāre responsible for giving a three-minute speech on any topic next week, I freaked a little.
Iāve been writing this column for 20 weeks and I donāt āknow my audience.ā How can I āknow my audienceā and give an awesome speech next week?
Just like I write this column. About vague topics related to sex because everyone has that in common.
Itās in our human nature. We all will most likely engage in copulation at some point in our lives because itās biologically how weāre designed.
To me, writing this column is like literary sex. It can be awkward to start it out, but once I get into the flow of the writing, it becomes energetic, exciting, fun, free-flowing words onto the screen with no problem and then suddenly, itās done. And I read it over a little – and I am relaxed and happy and feel that kind of enigmatic but aphrodisiac bliss that is the ultimate opposite of writerās block.
So, thatās the intersection of Journalism and sex.
If you think Iām going to get up and elaborate on that in a V-Monologue way in front of my bespectacled 50something professor, you are quite misdirected.
But, I do know I can talk about Sex (or at least I can talk about talking about sex) for three minutes.
Iāll let you know how that goes. Wish me luck.
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