Gullibility is a disadvantage in any business, but it’s a cardinal sin in journalism. During my J-school years, I acquired the occupational deformity that afflicts most reporters: a degree of skepticism bordering on the cynical. In my professional circles, an adage holds that “if your mother says she loves you, check it out.”
I internalized the lesson and became a lifelong doubter, fairly smitten with empiricism and evidence. If you say X, and X sounds the least bit unlikely to me, I may go looking for proof. If I don’t find it, I’ll be disinclined to believe you.
But sometimes there’s crow for
