WORLD CUP 2010
GREEN…….that’s the English goalie…..a goalie who made a mistake, as if such a “sin” was uncommon in sport. So, the media make a meal of it, suggesting that it’s his last chance at international soccer. Suggesting that his separation from his model girlfriend is the cause. Suggesting that he is in mourning, and cannot focus.
Oh, the media……those journalists……the paparazzi….whatever they’re called. They should be ashamed!
It was the same with Tiger. Of course it was. They used the facts, and when they couldn’t, made them up, suggesting divorce in the works when it was only a possibility, digging up other misdemeanors when it was unnecessary….and cruel….rubbing his nose in it. Shame!
And why Sandra Bullock? She’d just gone through a humiliating experience, and what did they do? They strung it out. Strung her up! Used photography in wicked ways. Just how low can they get? Shame!
But that’s not the media as a whole. There IS a good side to it. There are those that we would call journalists. Those dedicated writers who seek out the facts and create interest using their writing abilities to entertain….to tell a story in an interesting way. These are the few certainly, but that’s all it takes. Simple truths gleaned from dogged research, confirmation and delivery. Giving us the news based upon fact, not fiction!
60 Minutes is one TV programme that does its reporting in a most entertaining way. They generally show us their methods of research….hounding the bad guy…… cross-examining…… harrassing………all of the things that I personally abhor….EXCEPT when they seek to rid us of the problem, whatever it is, and in most cases that’s exactly what they’re trying to do. They do it well of course, and with flare……and follow-up if necessary! I like 60 Minutes!
I like Andy Rooney too, with his overgrown eyebrows and his “couldn’t care less” attitude. He sets us straight on the little things in life…those nuisances that we all hate yet seldom complain about………and he tells us to stop sending him “things”! In his place I wouldn’t. I’d sell them and take a trip! Andy, please see my Post on Shampoo under “BOTTLE DESIGN”. Let me know if you agree. I’m sure you’re just as blind as me.
The Toronto Star is of course my favourite newspaper. It has a decent layout, few editing mistakes and I enjoy their comic section on weekends. That’s where they have the crosswords! Saturday’s and Sunday’s have the more difficult crosswords. During the week I can finish them in 10 minutes. Saturday’s they have two, and each takes around an hour. Yes…I’m slow, but so would you be at my age!
I can’t get into the comics though. Maybe it’s the North American humour that I just don’t get. But the cartooning, if that’s what it’s called has always intrigued me, and in my younger years I tried very hard to emulate one Spanish artist who drew magnificently beautiful women. I have no memory of the theme of the cartoon, just the beauty of the women. That’s where my focus lay and I never WAS successful at it. Pity!
I do recall Scotland’s Sunday Post and in particular its comic section, sporting “Oor Wullie” and “The Broons” among others. I think that I was around sixteen before I stopped reading them, but still remember the brief entertainment value of such Celebs, including “Nero and Zero”, “Desperate Dan” and “Keyhole Kate”. I also noticed over the years how the character drawings changed over time, perhaps owing to a new cartoonist taking on the job, or perhaps the original one maturing just a tad. Who knows. I wonder if its all gone computer today? Just about all else has.
I knew personally one Dundee reporter who went to Primary School with me some decades ago. He was always top-o’-the-class….every year……just a very clever individual. In the end though, at age eleven, he didn’t go on to the best secondary schools and I’ve often wondered why. Perhaps lack of money in the family because he lost his dad in the war. Yes, education was free then but you couldn’t go to school and work too, so I guess he had no choice. Pity! He would have done very well.
Thinking about it now in these golden years I wonder how the others did in our class. One became a career officer in the army, I know, one an M.P. and then there was me. We were the lucky ones. We had dads to back us up….to feed and nurture….to pay the bills. Lucky indeed.