Journalists like sex, too
Four years ago, my dad and I took a little collegiate road trip to help me decide where I wanted to go to school. As an eager, young journalism student who spent senior year as co-editor in chief of the high school newspaper, I was considered a "blue chip" journalism recruit. Even with the number of agents who called my parents urging them to let me go pro ("I can't give you any names, but there are several big time papers interested in your son right now"), we decided I should see what college had to offer.

