Never had food poisoning? Thank a humor columnist

Something every professional journalist should have: A current Food handler’s Card.

Being a journalist, I naturally have journalist friends who, whenever we get together, want to talk about (yawn) heady issues facing the nation and the world. This is done in a discussion format similar to “Meet the Press,” except that our debates are often interrupted by someone’s beer getting knocked over. Aside from that, it’s just like the show on TV. As you can imagine, our exchanges get pretty heated as each of us presents an important topic of debate.

What is our stance on the Middle East?

Should we overhaul social security?

How do we deal with North Korea?

Or, as I challenged:

Why does the new Bugs Bunny look like he’s been shooting steroids with Jose Canseco?

That’s usually when our debate comes to a screeching halt and I’m forced, once again, to defend my journalistic integrity by explaining the value of what I do, then underscoring it by offering to pay for everyone’s beer.

Admittedly, I have it easy compared to other journalists who must worry about gathering “facts” and finding “sources” while I, on the other hand, can “make” things up without “leaving” my desk. Which isn’t to say I’m not held to the same journalistic standards as everyone else. I can’t claim, for example, that dipping your head in Frito-Lay bean dip can promote hair growth similar to that of a Tibetan Mountain yak. At least, not without some kind of corroborating evidence, such as testimony from an actual mountain yak. But even then, ONLY if it happens to be from Tibet.

If I were a less responsible journalist who tried to substantiate his claim with testimony from a yak living in, say… the San Gabriel Mountains, I could open myself up to litigation from Frito-Lay, the state of California, and, quite possibly, every bald person smelling of bean dip.

The fact is, what I do comes at great personal risk. Not just in terms of potential lawsuits, but also in terms of actual physical danger — particularly when you consider how often I mention my wife in my column. This is an occupational hazard my “real” journalist friends never have to contend with. Chances are, they’ll never write a story, be lying in bed the next morning, and have a city official roll over and smack them in the head with the newspaper.
Yet, week after week, at the risk of returning home to an angry wife and total financial ruin, humor columnists like myself sit at their keyboards, surfing the net until an hour before deadline.

Why?

Because each of us REALLY AND TRULY believes we’re making the world a better place by doing everything we can, as humor columnists, to stay out of the skilled-labor work force.

Let’s face it, for every culinary position a humor columnist takes up, there are at least a dozen people hurling into a commode. Countless people (i.e., there’s no time to count them before my deadline) owe their lives to the fact that I — and others like me — are sitting in a newsroom making stuff up. Imagine being stuck on a mountainside knowing that the person repelling down a rope to save you is the same person who, if they had a choice, would rather be writing about glow-in-the-dark mice.

Would you be willing to put your life in that person’s hands? Or would you go ahead and take a chance that a giant Slip-N-Slide will suddenly sprout from the mountain?

If it were me, I’d take my chances with the Slip-N-Slide. Even if it wasn’t wet, and it meant sliding down half a mile of dry plastic.

The point is, we humor columnists know our place in the world. We understand the risks involved in what we do. Which is why, as a humor columnist who actually worked in the food service industry, I can say, with some authority:

You really should wash your hands after reading this.

(You can write to Ned Hickson at nhickson@thesiuslawnews.com, or at the Siuslaw News at P.O. Box 10, Florence, OR 97439.)

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13 thoughts on “Never had food poisoning? Thank a humor columnist

  1. So all we have to do is undermine your journalistic integrity to get free beer? Because I would undermine the religious integrity of the Pope for free beer. Not that I’m a lush or anything. It just seems that making a free beer joke is the manly thing to do in this case.

  2. We are big fans of Bugs Bunny in this house. We were also excited to hear they were bringing back them back to T.V. until we set our eyes on Bugs & Daffy.
    After I read your post to Spice (Yes, not manly I know.) he commented “Ha! Bugs does look like sh*t now.”

    • I was excited, too! I was telling my kids about it and rented some old Warner Bros, Bugs Bunny cartoons from Netfilx. Then, when the show came on, it was like being in that episode of Twilight Zone where the monster rabbit comes out of the TV! After that, we watched Space Jam and all was well.

  3. Are you telling me that everything I write is a lie? That I’m not really going to change the world with my writing? That people actually might believe that I make stuff up to meet a deadline? OMG, I’ve been outed and it’s making me feel like I have food poisoning…scuz me while I hurl.

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