There's always the Sunday paper. Ho ho ho! An article about the latest prom dresses for the high school girls who're the classmates of the editor's daughter dominates the entire front page! Meanwhile, the five inner-city youth who were shot overnight get buried (literally and figuratively) in a two-paragraph blurb on page B11. Chuckles galore at our media's sense of priority!

JW, who used to be a journalist but is all better now