The craft is ebbing

Robert Stacy McCain reminds us that Leopold von Sacher-Masoch was a journalist:

There are times when it seems as if the universe is organized as a sadistic conspiracy to inflict psychological punishment on me, to make my life an endless series of hassles and humiliations, to render excruciatingly difficult my attempts to earn a living as a journalist.

Life within this sadistic universe — really, could so many things go so completely wrong by coincidence? — might be pleasant for masochists, who enjoy suffering. But I lack that perverse appetite for punishment, and so am compelled to complain about the routine abuse that I seem unable to avoid, no matter how much I try.

At least it’s summertime, so he’s probably not going to have to deal with, say, [random female scribe] in fur.

3 comments

  1. fillyjonk »

    28 August 2012 · 1:34 pm

    Huh. The other day, an academicians’ forum that I am a part of was singing almost the same tune, with a secondary melody of “and why do we do this to ourselves?” (part of the discussion being about how academia tends to attract anxious, hyper-responsible, perfectionist types).

    I dunno. Sometimes I just want to throw up my hands and say “That’s why ‘work’ is called ‘WORK’ and not ‘happy fun time.'” I suspect there doesn’t exist a career that doesn’t have some seriously sucky parts.

  2. CGHill »

    28 August 2012 · 1:54 pm

    And if there were, there’d be a waiting list from here to Alpha Centauri.

  3. Tatyana »

    29 August 2012 · 6:21 am

    Well, one has to pay for all the glamor somehow – spinning one’s wheels in Tampa’s heat seems like getting off easy.
    Of course, now we have to define “glamor” – in case of Mr. The OtherMcCain it’s problematic.

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