As a copy editor, there is no greater happiness than getting the chance to say “FRACKING FREEZE” in a headline. Not for the political or ecological implications, but for the sheer joy of combining a word that seems vaguely obscene with great alliteration. Yes, I went out to celebrate in the streets, torching cars and correcting spelling in the graffiti downtown.
I also have come to terms with the knowledge that late at night one of these days my career will end when I sleepily type in the wrong F-word.
Copy editors are a pretty miserable lot.