You know you are a journalist when

So I have decided that you know you are a journalist when you start critiquing Carrie Bradshaw's newspaper articles on Sex and the City. I was procrastinating an assignment tonight, much like I am doing right now with this blog, and watching one of my favorite episodes (and if you couldn't guess that it was An American Girl in Paris Part Deux, you don't know me very well) when I realized that her writing style would never cut it in the real journalism world. All she ever does is pose questions stemming from the drama in her personal life and then uses each article as a way to vent or hash out her problems. She even uses the same repetitive formating for the questions every time: "I couldn't help but wonder [insert witty sexual play on words here]. There is no way any decent editor would let a columnist get into that kind of rut! But the whole point of this rant is the fact that this is what I was focused on while watching tv. I guess journalism truly has invaded every aspect of my life.