I'M NOT JUST A BITCH, I'M A WHORE

Money. God how I love it. I love to wad it up in sweaty balls and play games with it. I sometimes whisper sweet nothings in Jefferson or Lincoln's ear. It's scent to me is better than coffee, it's feel better than silk or fur. I don't just dream of rolling naked in it, I dream of having it's babies ... it's crisp, green, oh-so-fun-to-spend babies.

That is why, after 10 months of denying it, of playing hard to get, I am now slutting all over it, offering myself to it like a whore would a dying old millionaire.

Yes, boys and girls, the bitch is not only back, she's back in the corporate world.

Yah, I know what I said about doing what I love - journalism. Well, a lot has happened to my first love of journalism.

Going back to the paper made me realize why I left. Journalism is a lot less about journalism than it is about survival these days. It's less about sticking it to the man, and more about making sure not to piss off a major advertiser. It is less about finding intelligent people of integrity who like to dig and expose the injustices of the world, and more about finding anyone ... ANYONE ... who knows what a verb is and is willing to work for the same wage as a McDonald's shift manager. It is less about talking to readers and potential readers about what interests them, and more about listening to wacko nut jobs who want you to write stories about how their toasters talk to them. It is less about words and insight and more about budgets and profit margins.

The fun has just been sucked out of it for me anymore. Sitting at my desk at the newspaper, I could just feel that big Hoover sucking the life out of me, too.

Don't get me wrong ...  a part of me will always love journalism, just like a part of you always loves your first "real" boyfriend. And I'm glad I gave it another chance ... or I would have always wondered if we could have made it work. But this time, the breakup is for good. I'm so "over" it.

The best part of giving up journalism, of course, is that I will need Cookiebitch again more than ever. I'll need an outlet for my writing and my angst. Hence why I gave the site a new spankin' look ... to celebrate its return.

I'm back at my old corporate job after they wooed me back with those sweaty wads of cash. And I'm lovin' it even more this time. I secretly like being a whore, I think. It's dirty, but in a fun way.

So stay tuned. This time, the bitch is here to stay.

Comments

[joe]

Welcome back bitch.

A little editorial input if I may.

It's scent to me is better than coffee, it's feel better than silk or fur.

Its baby, not It's. Unless of course I'm wrong in which case forget I said anything.

[Daisy]

Wahoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Yipeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Aiyayiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!

Welcome back Cookie! I am so glad my bitch is back. Being a whore can be fabulous...as long as you are a whore with principles. Principles and good shoes...I think you've got both my friend.

[J.]

I am soooooo ready for the Friday morning cheer. I lost that creative outlet when you left The Man's employ. I need to regain the perception that some doofus has it worse off than me... I guess that's you, CookieBitch. Thanks.

J. out.

[Bob]

I just found you Cookiebitch and think I'm in love. It's all about the bottom line, doesn't matter if it's the Daily Pisser or Pop Tarts. We're all going to be six feet under in fifty years so eat, drink and fuck!

[sandra]

Two words: money talks.