Newspapers and the journalists who make them are some of the world’s worst self-promoters. Truly, we stink at it.
Whatever insecurity you have — I have a broken blood vessel on the tip of my nose that I spent much of my childhood thinking made me look like Rudolph; now I just wish I could lose like 10 pounds already — is a grain of sand on the beach of newspapers’ collective insecurity when it comes to promoting ourselves.
That comes from a good place, generally, and I can think of at least five reasons.
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