So, when newspaper reporters bellyache about shoot-from-the-hip bloggers who don’t fully investigate the paper trail before writing a story or double-check their facts before posting, they’re telling a valuable truth. Bad bloggers are almost as bad as bad journalists. But the prospect of a million amateurs doing something akin to their job unsettles the guild, making it feel like Maytag’s factory rats whose jobs were poached by low-paid Chinese labor.
It’s not just the best of the blogosphere drawing away big audiences that the guild need worry about. If Chris Anderson’s Long Tail intuitions are right, the worst of the blogosphere—if it’s big enough—presents just as much (or more) competition. Michael Kinsley made me laugh a decade ago when he argued against Web populists replacing professional writers, saying that when he goes to a restaurant, he wants the chef to cook his entree, not the guy sitting at the next table. I’m not laughing anymore: When there are millions of aspiring chefs in the room willing to make your dinner for free, a least a hundred of them are likely to deal a good meal. Mainstream publishers no longer have a lock on the means of production, making the future of reading and viewing anybody’s game. To submit a tortured analogy, it’s like the Roman Catholic Church after Gutenberg. Soon, everyone starts thinking he’s a priest.