I have wanted to be a war correspondent since I was 10 years old.
Why, you may ask? Why would someone who loves pink, Miley Cyrus and dressing up want to work in a war torn area, risking her life? Because i hate the 'barbie' stigma.
Journalism, as an art form, is deteriorating. Certain television shows and prints paint the journalism industry in a bad light, making it seem trashy and dishonest. A story on 'which laundry powder can brighten your clothes the most' is not journalism; it's trashy television.
It's extreme, i know, but i want to be a part of something real. I want to report on current, breaking news -right from the scene of an afghan war field.
Anyway, every day hundreds of journalists put their lives on the line trying to deliver the news that others take for granted over their morning muffin and caffe lattte. Speaking of which, the legendary Marie Colvin (chief correspondent for 'The Times') died in a Syrian government raid of a media coverage centre in Homs.She even appeared on CNN only a few hours before she was killed. Eerie, i know.
Colvin was in the middle of Syria - reporting on the topics that everyone wanted to read about, yet she received minimal coverage in the 'world' section of the australian.
Now, how I know this is that my mother put the article on my pillow. It's ever mothers worst nightmare that her only child wants to work in the middle of a war zone. So I continually wake up to articles on foreign correspondents who have been killed/held hostage/raped. You get the picture.
I just wish Colvin had received the praise in our papers that she deserved. At least my beloved Christiane paid tribute to her on her twitter, posting a photo of them together in Tripoli in 2011. Miss Colvin, you will be dearly missed.
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