In order to find written news satire, you used to have to go to The Onion or The New Yorker. Most of the stories were generalized because they had to serve every possible audience member.
With the rise of the internet, however, niche news satire sites have been catering headlines and articles to people with specific interests and inside knowledge.
Many of these headlines have broad crossover appeal, but their main strength is in their audience specificity. The more targeted they are, the more they succeed with the group that gets it.
Some of their additional power comes from how…
My tiny 8-month-old daughter, who just learned how to stand and walk independently, can dance.
By dancing, I mean that she bobs up and down, sways side to side, and moves her head and arms rhythmically when music comes on. She doesn’t do it when there’s no music. It looks more like dancing than whatever it is I’m trying to do at wedding receptions. Everyone can tell immediately that she’s dancing.
But nobody taught her to dance. I mean, we never dance in front of her or guide her in how to move when music comes on. By comparison, we…
I should start by saying that I’m not the final authority on what good satire is. I’m just using my own definition. That means that, while I’ve had more than a few articles tank, I have still gotten a decent pile of positive likes, shares, and comments on my satire articles.
I’ve also helped out some of my peers who were new to satire and I’ve seen them succeed. …
I visited Paris, France during my senior year of high school. And like any good tourist, I patronized local restaurants, cafes, and retailers, not just the large chains and department stores.
To make sure I enjoyed as much as possible, I also never spent my time or money in the same place twice. There was just too many great places to see.
“I want to experience what a local might experience,” I told myself. I enjoyed the trip immensely and was glad about how I chose to explore France.
I’ve used the same method in New York, Orlando, and other…
I’ve always had a turbulent relationship with direct praise. Just like everyone else, I enjoy validation. I just haven’t had an easy time accepting validation in the form of direct compliments.
In middle school, my parents told me they liked when I practiced guitar. They said I was pretty good at it. I felt good about hearing that and chose to play more.
I joined a band in high school. The rest of the band must have liked my playing enough to make music together, and sometimes I would get a compliment like, “You’re really great at rhythm guitar.”
When I went through Army training, I saw a lot of people quit or fail. Most of the guys who washed out during Basic Training were in poor physical shape, mentally unstable, or had emotional stuff going. That being said, a lot of people with those same problems I just named also passed. The difference, in Army terms was their motivation.
I made it through Basic Training, Infantry School, and then Airborne School, and although thousands of men and women do this all the time, I still admit that it was hard. I was just motivated enough to do it…
No, I wasn’t bamboozled into getting my postgraduate education in creative writing. I knew exactly what I was doing. I already had a bachelor’s degree in creative writing.
Wow! This guy got a creative writing undergraduate degree and doubled down on his mistake!
I actually write for a living and still enjoy writing. I pay my bills with my writing, and follow my dreams with my writing. And I couldn’t be where I am without my creative writing degrees (although there are many amazing writers who don’t have any formal training!)
I think it’s best to start my story from…
I remember seeing commercials for Doritos and Mountain Dew in the 90’s. They got me so pumped up with all their intense images and cool people.
But when I would eat Doritos and drink Mountain Dew, I felt like crap. I didn’t really like the products. I felt betrayed. I was disappointed in my susceptibility to TV commercials.
My mentality became narrower as I got older. I realized how much money was spent on marketing, and I realized that I, the consumer, was paying for it in the end price.
So I felt like marketing was deceptive and expensive. To…
I’ve always hated the quote “What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger.”
It’s not always true. What doesn’t kill you can make you stronger, but it can also make you weaker or have no impact at all. I want to challenge people who say that quote to lie in bed and watch The Price Is Right for a year straight. It probably won’t kill them, but I’m not sure the word they’ll use to describe the result will be “stronger.”
In real life, though, the difference lies in whether you are simply taking temporary damage from which you recover or…
You get passionate about your point of view. At some point, it turns into a heated argument with someone who feels differently from you. You probably feel desperate, like your opponent is a barrier between you and happiness, between good and evil, and that person can’t be reasoned with.
Imagine someone you’ve had this experience with. I’m sure you can easily envision the fights you’ve had.
I’ll bet that when things get intense, you either fight harder or break off the conversation.
Both of those choices will almost certainly lead to failure. Nobody is changed, everyone is angry, and relationships…