Cops hate cop shows. Doctors hate doctor shows. Comedy writers hate Studio 60, and the media is loving to hate I'm from Rolling Stone. Everyone from Idolator to Salon is lining up to spank Rolling Stone editor Jann Wenner and his ridiculous charges, but that's just because they're jealous. When they started out as interns back in the day, they didn't get to rock the red carpet events and see their bylines the next day. They chose the path of hard work to achieve their journalistic dreams when they should have chosen the far more lucrative and entertaining path of reality television. You don't have to repeat those bitter journalists' mistakes. You can choose a path somewhere in between. I'm from Rolling Stone has started an online writing contest.
Every Monday, the magazine will post an assignment that parallels the one given on the show. The winner will get a MacBook and a three month-long blogging gig with Rolling Stone's website. You just have to top prose like this from cast member Krystal, "In Salinas, California the sun rises on the infinite rows of lettuce heads, and sets with police sirens muffled by the hum of ubiquitous television screens." Yes, a humming television screen can apparently deafen a siren, and no, there's no way you can beat the "lettuce head" imagery in a story on local music. I wouldn't even try.
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