Cynical... all over again

Despite all those good intentions, I haven't been blogging for almost a year. Bad girl that I may have been, I realize that the commitment fundas I had written about in my previous blog stand true even today. For the record -- gymming stopped within three months, I piled on the kilos again and well I'm back to being just me.
Without really dwelling over the past months, let me now fast forward to the present -- and to what's bothering me enough to write a blog on it.
One of my first blogs was on how many senior journalists are so cynical. Well, that is possibly what someone half my age would call me today if they were to hear me speaking on the industry.
So rather than becoming one of the cynics, I thought it best to find a form of journalism that let's me stay close to my love for writing meaningful stuff and yet not get drawn into the whole deadline-for-story-so-I'll-quote-the-first-guy-who-picks-up-the-phone syndrome.
Nine years is a long time in journalism and I've seen the industry changing.
You could call me a product of the middle-school of journalism.
Let me explain: You have old-school journalism where ideals, rights and pen is mightier than the sword hold sway. Then there's the new school, where everything is driven by marketing, by ad revenues, clients, social media, advertising and oh by-the-way-journalism, that becomes a mere tool to achieve those ends.
And then, there's the middle school: While people belonging to this type of thinking do understand and appreciate the role of marketing and ad revenues in the whole scheme of things that's journalism, they have still not forgotten some of the old-school rules.
People like me, and I know of many who left this field because of the sheer disgust at what the industry is becoming, still feel that something like editorial sanctity exists.
But then, we are cynics...