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Cat’s out of the bag…Hinnenkamp won’t be the editor anymore; she’s moving on. I’m not gonna lie, I have not made her life very easy over the past two-and-a-half years. As most things that we experience, I wouldn’t change a minute of it. Could you imagine the amount of grief that she gets when her columnist makes fun of politicians that pay for ads, business owners that pay for ads, and people she sees every day, she is greeted with, “Did you see what Mitzel said about me”? So, why don’t we talk about some of the stuff I did to her in the past two years to remember this titan. First off, when she first asked me to write for the paper, I warned her, “I’m not the smartest, but I’m a pretty big smart a$$.” She ate it up as she was tasked with creating a new paper in the area to grab the reader’s attention and make them want more. So she took my ‘I don’t give a sh*t’attitude and put me, well, at the bottom of the page. I started by making fun of the people that I knew wouldn’t buy a paper, as they know everything. Once a couple of their friends commented on what I said about them in the paper, they quickly bought a subscription just to see what I would say next. Next, Sarah would let me pretty much talk about anything. I hit religion, politics, and I was planning to talk about gender, but she left too early for that one…stay tuned. I would strategically plant swear words in my column, mostly in a picture, to see if it would make it to print, and she never batted an eye. Sometimes she talked me down from some creative ideas though. At a football game one night, I passed my nemesis, Sara Goodman, and she gave me a tap on my shoulder. Hinnenkamp was there when I went to the police station the next day as I was going to turn her in for assault to make a great story, but she thought it was a tad overkill for a great column. It would’ve been awesome.