Time was that the critic had it easy. He got to taste the best wines, eat in the best restaurants, and see the best shows— true he also had to drink wine that tasted like sewer water, dine in restaurants that looked (and smelled) like sewers, and watch Pride and Prejudice and Zombies the movie. By in large, though, the good far outweighed the bad, but not anymore.
Newspaper editors are becoming far more demanding of their critics, wanting reviews of experiences that had never before been reviewed. The Denver Post, for instance, now employs a Mr. Jake Browne as their Cannabis Critic— imagine having to come up with descriptions like “rubber and pepper dominate the jar like a bunch of green army men relegated to miniature mess hall duty,” on a weekly basis.