Remember back when the Reader was divided into four, thick, black-and-white sections that stained your fingers by the time you paged through the Adult Services ads? Some people thought that was a real drag. A writer for a local online aggregator used to regularly refer to us as the “Old Gray Doorstop.” That site, whose frequent m.o. was to pick the pockets of journalists who performed actual legwork, is now languishing in a popular entertainer’s sock drawer.
Sure, we’ve gone through changes; reacted, contracted, adapted, rolled with the punches, and cleaned up our ink. But still, if you can’t get sucked into a dozen or more engrossing stories that pull you out of your stupor every week, you’re probably dead inside.
Eh. We probably deserve it.
