As a "journalist" (in quotes, to signify that I once fancied myself a college journalist and a soon-to-be-professional journalist, but presently find myself a sporadic freelancer, at best), I watch Daily Intel's Media Death Watch with a certain morbid curiosity. Potentially because it's a chronicle of all the places I'm glad I didn't waste my time applying to, an excuse for why they didn't hire me if I did apply, and an introduction to hundreds of nameless, faceless people who now find themselves in a position similar to mine: committed to (or seeking) jobs that increasingly diverge from our intended careers.
But as a consumer of media, the results are decidedly more... "meh." None of the publications I read religiously have been wiped out. None of the blogs I read have been truly stricken (ok, maybe Gawker, but I was getting kind of burnt out on them anyway). Not even the magazine I write for is suffering palpably (then again, they never paid their writers to begin with, so it's hard to say how much worse it could get).
All it really comes down to is a bunch of us worrying and fumbling with the hems of our sweaters while drinking cheap wine and occasionally being interrupted by retirees who suggest going into "internet journalism" with the enthusiastic confidence of someone who believes their suggesting something to you for the first time EVER.
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