Why a Good Editor Should Have a Dirty Mind

He was ribbed... for his displeasure.

 

In case you didn't read the blog.

And then there is this all-timer from the Daily Kansan about Mark Mangino's daughter's - then a KU student - reaction to her father being named KU's head football coach.

 

Local residents Heywood Jablome and Phil McCracken don't see the humor.

 

I play up my dirty mind high on my resume. It seems to have worked well so far.

 

I have a CEO-caliber dirty mind at editor-level pay.

 

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Just yesterday a female colleague of mine asked me about a feature package my publication was producing, because hers was thinking of tackling the same subject later.

She wrote: "I'd love to get a sneak peek at your package."

I giggled to myself, but didn't even comment to anyone else at the office, for fear of being fired.

 

That would get a round of applause in the press box, as it should, though I hope that's the only thing you miss about working the other side.

 

I've had one for more than 30 years.

 

My problem is that my dirty mind needs a good editor.

 

Wow, just today I was looking at the final proofs for one of my magazines and noticed a cartoon that had an unfortunate little "beam of light." I pointed it out and everyone else started laughing and wondering: "How did I miss that?"

I'd have missed it too if not for this thread.

 

Ugh. The logistics of giving Mangino the head job boggle the mind.

As for me, my all-time unintentional favorite came courtesy of an ancient writer at my last stop, who is still there. It was a column about his cat dying, which turns unintentionally hilarious halfway through thanks to his use of a particular verb.

My copy has gotten lost in the shuffle over the years. But when I gave it to people to read, the reaction was always the same. They thought I was a bastard after reading the first 3 grafs for pointing and laughing at an old man's lonliness. Then they get to the good part... and have trouble finishing it from laughing so hard.