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Perish the thought.

February 1, 2013
By JIM MACKEY - Managing Editor ( , The Review

Despite what some may believe, the position I hold in no way places me in some type of celebrity status.

Perish the thought.

It's a unique position, I'll give you that. This is a one-horse town after all. But, by no means, should anyone place me - or any other local news-type (print or especially television) - in any type of holier-than-thou capacity.

First, I'm not. And second, I don't want to be.

It's nice when you are noticed, though. I'll be honest.

Just the other day, a red-haired woman who uses a cane asked if I was "that guy from the newspaper."

My initial answer always is the same - "it all depends." Quickly followed by "is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

On this day, it happened at Famous Hair (free plug), while I waited to get my wig dusted. She said she enjoyed reading my columns.

I thanked her and we exchanged other pleasantries. She even said she couldn't wait to tell someone she'd met a celebrity. I immediately shuddered and politely asked her to bite her tongue.

As I walked away, I told her "maybe I'll write about you."

Never got her name, though.

I've never been one to seek the limelight - at least as an editor of a newspaper. It's one of those double-edged sword type of careers.

I'm not perfect, you see, That's where the problem lies.

Don't ask me to spell anything. I'll tell you that spellcheck, and Google are my friends.

As for writing, I've always said I write as I speak - neither very well. I'll toss in some $100 words in conversation once in a while, but most times I keep it simple. Heck, there's way more verbiage used throughout this column that never will leave my lips in a casual conversation.

Such as the term "verbiage."

So much for my secret. At least I'm honest.

What I've discovered throughout more than two decades in this business is that there are people out there who do want the limelight.

There are those in this profession, especially nationally, who seek it, yes. A quick point of reference would be those many sports writers who pop up on the alphabet sports channel.

But I'm talking more about the "Average Jim," if you will. It's those kinds and their instant celebrity that drive me nuts. It's not jealousy, I promise.

Flipping around the cable channels on any given night will prove my point.

It's reality television. We all have a love-hate relationship with it.

What's sad is that something that started so innocently with "Candid Camera" has turned into a "Here Comes Honey Boo Boo" world. For those who don't know what a "Honey Boo Boo" is, be very thankful!

The problem, though, is us, actually. TV people put that stuff on the boob tube and we tune in each week. Then, other media types report on the every day happenings of these "reality stars" and the Honey Boo Boos of the world become ingrained into our minds.

Will it ever stop? Ummmmmm, how about a resounding "No."

Here's proof: The Oxygen Network is developing a reality show around the life of rapper "Shawty Lo," who has 11 children with 10 different women.

Several groups are trying to stop it from airing, including The Parents Television Council, which has described the show as "grotesquely irresponsible and exploitative."

It's destined to be a surefire hit. Unfortunately. Any pub is good pub, after all.

Me? I'll just continue to do my non-celebrity thing.

Unless it means discounts on my hairdo. Then let the spotlight shine.

(Jim Mackey is managing editor of The Review. Reach him at



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