I don’t read newspapers. There. I said it.
It’s not that I don’t like newspapers. I love the way their carefully crafted words merge with pictures, illustrations and graphics to tell stories. I’m amazed that large groups of people can work together to essentially produce a short book. Every. Day.
It’s not you, newspapers, it’s me.
I’ve grown as a news consumer over the past couple of decades, and I need someone that understands my modern needs.
I need someone who’s there for me when I call. Your once-a-day visits just don’t cut it anymore. My new partner is always present, in my pocket, ready to for me to read whenever I’m ready.
I need someone who listens to me. You should have learned to stop sending me when I repeatedly skipped them on my way to the .
I need someone that tells me when important news breaks. Someone who understands that fall into that category, while I don’t need to be alerted about . Your delivery trucks never made a special trip to bring me breaking news.
I need someone who brings me information from a deep and wide variety of news organizations and credible blogs. All you gave me were articles written by your staff and a handful of wire services.
I’ve found a platform that fulfills my news-reading needs. My Internet-powered has replaced you, and it’s time for us to go our separate ways. To be honest, newspaper, I’ve been using my new platform for years now, while I’ve tossed you into the recycle bin nearly every day.
I’m not saying that you’re a bad product, but I just don’t need you anymore. I wish you well, and I’m sure you’ll continue to make your habitual readers happy.