Column the war reporter: party for the month of death november

Who wants to cooperate with a company that can’t manage to keep business magazines economically viable?

No dictatorship and nothing with ice cream, but happy to travel in style. Image: dpa

I’m doing something wrong – I’m exhausted. Normally, traveling from one place to another is a lottery for us journalists. But I seem to have a flaw in the system. Which is probably because I’m traveling as a press aunt, but not on a press trip. I’ll have to work on that. And I’ll have to swap the German slow train for the Orient Express and the Elbe ferry for a luxury cruise liner. Just like my colleagues with the great salary.

Some 250 journalists in the business editorial department at Gruner + Jahr (G+J) could soon have no salary at all, if what is feared happens, that the store is shut down. This would be the third death notice this month, along with the insolvency of the Frankfurter Rundschau (FR) and the end of the city magazine Prinz. November, that is.

Only ARD doesn’t let itself be chased into the afterlife by the Grim Reaper’s main season and proclaims the ARD Death Week with a smiling face, so that one can’t help but be infected by the enthusiasm for death. And to celebrate that the end for the editorial offices is only the first part of the party. After all, the bankruptcy of the FR, for example, also has consequences for the Berliner Zeitung, which, among other things, will miss out on large sums of money that it receives for the production of the FR’s cover section. The end of Gruner’s business media would also shake up the free market, which had just calmed down to some extent.

It’s no wonder that ARD calls the Bambi Germany’s most important media prize, and with this ingratiation secures the friendship of the Burda publishing house, which throws the prize onto the market and into ARD’s main evening program every year. G+J has now revised its Henri Nannen Award after various scandals and nonsense concerning the regulations, but who wants to cooperate with a company that doesn’t manage to keep business magazines profitable?

I praise my small, brave association Freischreiber, which already urged five years before the DJV that editorial offices should treat freelance journalists fairly and will award its popular Heaven and Hell Prize to the fairest and shittiest editorial offices this weekend in Munich. I’m dying to be there, of course. Which will make me even more tired, after all, this is just another press aunt’s stupid trip and not a nice press trip. Which gives me the idea to try for one after all. Here. Now! So: Who, dear people, has a press trip for me? Orient-Express is not necessary, breakfast is. No dictatorship and nothing with ice cream.

Julia Jakel, who in an interview with ProQuote-taz over the weekend resisted the impression that her rise at G+J had anything to do with the demand for a quota in media companies, also knows that we women are rarely given anything. No, apart from the fact that the great Den Laden remodeler may also have benefited from the increasingly strong so-it-can’t-go-on climate, it was simply that the Buchholz bimbo, who despite her XY chromosomes, her electric guitar in the office and the fact that she thought she was irresistible couldn’t get anything done, had to go.

After all, a male sex organ does not stand for qualification in every case. At least not in the media. Pecker or not, I’m packing my backpack now for the press trip, which will arrive soon via mail, and return to Berlin!