I love my new job.  I really do, but some things just don't change between covering movies and sports.  It my estimation they're essentially the same gig - entertainment - but fans of local sports teams have a deeper attachment than some piece of fluff that shows up in movie theaters for an average of six weeks.

And how do things not change?  Oh, I still get snarky, anonymous e-mails from readers who are offended by something I wrote.  Take this one for instance:

"Feel free to tell me everything I need to know about sleaze right after you convince your employer to stop running ads from nude dancer bars and happy ending spas."

The reader was talking about a recent column of mine regarding a couple of sleazy stories that appeared on WKYC and WOIO respectively.  Ummmm…this blog entry is meant as little more than a public service announcement.

I am but a mere journalist.  I get paid to express my thoughts in a way not meant to put people asleep.  Although it's becoming less and less the case, there is this invisible line between editorial and advertising departments.  In short the rule is: they're not supposed to bother us and we're not supposed to bother them.  I kinda like that little agreement.  It keeps people from stifling my voice.  And for that rare privilege I do them the courtesy of not telling who they can sell advertising.  It's a simple plan, but it works for us.

Some people want to moralists.  I'm not one of them.  You wanna booze it up, I say have at it (just make sure you invite me).   You wanna smoke, go for it (just don't sit next to me and do it) and if you want to visit a massage parlor (I'll pass on that one), enjoy.

The point is they're all legal and therefore advertising for them is legal.  Tada.  In short: leave me out of it.  Of course, considering the email came to me from a webmail account and was unsigned, I'm inclined to believe that it came from the staff of one of the parties I offended.  Naaaahh…they wouldn't do that.

Just like they wouldn't delve into the life of a superstar athlete without facts or continue a vendetta against the owner of the Cleveland Browns.