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A clear divide exists between generic labor and talent in media companies and it is now increasingly dividing journalists. The divide initially appeared in the motion picture industry and moved into broadcasting as competition led companies to vie for the talented people—or at least those who could generate the largest audiences and revenue for media companies. The talent concept moved into journalism with the development of television news and salaries for news presenters and leading correspondents that were far above those of average television reporters.    In print journalism, talent initially involved columnists and then encompassed a few well-known reporters. Today, the appearances of journalists at events and on talk shows, individually-authored digital news sites, and the increasing uses of blogs and social media by journalists is transforming many into individual brands that are being using to improve their social standing and connections with audience...

Whenever I talk to an MBA student these days, they're like:

When my husband asks if he can go out all night and celebrate being done with finals, I'm like: And 20 minutes later, he's like: And another 20 minutes later, he's like:

When I show up to a holiday party and people are like, "Oh, your boyfriend couldn't make it?" I'm like:

  We will, we will rock you. Rock you. Well, more specifically, we are more than happy to welcome Bobby Joe Ebola and the Children MacNuggets to rock you!! Bobby Joe Ebola and The Children MacNuggits began in 1995, in a trash-strewn fast-food parking lot in Pinole, CA. Guitarist Dan Abbott and singer Corbett Redford rose from humble circumstances as a satiric folk rock band that played for friends to their current majestic heights with hilarious and sometimes frightening acoustic performances. The MacNugg its have gathered loyal legions of fans with their infamous combination of searing social satire, soaring harmonies, outlandish and shocking truths, and poop jokes. The songs draw upon a variety of pop culture, of global crises, of interpersonal labyrinths, of nightmares and daydreams, skewering them on a rusty spit for the world to see. With a nod to social satirists like Lenny Bruce and George Carlin, and musical influences ranging from Slick Rick to They Might ...

When my husband sends an e-mail to a recruiter and addresses it to the wrong person, he's like:

With the "fiscal cliff" looming in the not-so-distant future, Washington lawmakers' thoughts naturally turn to the most defenseless among us. As former Louisiana Senator Russell once famously said , "don't tax you, don't tax me, tax that fellow behind the tree." And, from inside the Beltway, that fellow behind the tree could well be a degenerate gambler. Specifically, there seems to be a growing consensus that a "fiscal cliff" deal will involve some sort of cap or limitation for itemized deductions. Whether that cap takes the form of an absolute limit, barring deductions in excess of, say, $17,000, $25,000 or even $50,000, or whether it takes the somewhat more complicated form of allowing deductions to generate only 28% in tax benefits, even if a taxpayer is in the 35 or perhaps 39.6% bracket, the cap is bad news for horseplayers. In particular, it's bad news for those of us who play the horses at the track or online or who participate in h...