Okay, it’s about that time (no, not to bring forth the rhythm and the rhyme). It’s time for Hoody to kick off her oh-so-cute shoes and climb back up on her soapbox. Y’all watch my purse.
For the past couple of weeks, I’ve been hearing/seeing/reading all sorts of shit about a push toward quote-unquote “Good News.” Now, usually, this phrase is followed by the words, “about Jesus,” but in this case, it’s basically a group of people who claim to be journalists who have decided they will only cover happy feel-good stories about the triumph of the human spirit.
Well, I’ve been in this business since a month before 9/11, and I call bullshit.
Yes, the world is fucked up and violent and awful. But I just REPORT the news, I didn’t CREATE it. Brian Williams doesn’t rob a liquor store on his lunch break just so he’ll have something to talk about that night (well, except that one time…). And if all I did was stories about 6-year-olds starting recycling programs and squirrels who know how to water-ski, guess what? The world would STILL be fucked up, people just wouldn’t know it. And that makes it worse.
See, I see myself as the gadfly (toldja I was a Philosophy minor). It’s my job to jolt people out of their complacency and REMIND them that shit’s fucked up so we can all get our collective heads out of our asses and FIX IT. I don’t talk about a tragic mine accident because I enjoy it, I do it so JUST ONE PERSON may call their Congressman and get safety standards updated. I don’t report a drive-by shooting because I think it’s cool, I do it so people in that community will take a stand against crime. And I didn’t spend one of the worst weeks of my life watching hours of unedited video feed from Ground Zero because I get off on tragedy… I did it so YOU WOULDN’T HAVE TO.
Fuck these “Good News” people, fuck them right in the ear. They have abrogated their responsibilities to their audiences and to their profession. We started out as Town Criers, after all… and all is most definitely NOT well.