Not so long ago we found ourselves on holiday with poor
WiFi. Good enough to use the iPad for scanning headlines but not worth firing
up the laptop. No matter. Headlines are familiar enough anyway - barely worth scanning apart
from a residual interest in major stories and a fading desire to keep tabs on
the memes of the day.
Scanning the headlines is rather like shopping in a
supermarket. Ignoring isles of salty snacks, sugary drinks, confectionery and
prepared food becomes a habit. So much so that one doesn’t notice just how much
junk there is in the average supermarket -
- average?
No not average - they are all like that. Selling the average is what
supermarkets do. So it is with media headlines – barely worth a second glance
and this is what struck me as I browsed the headlines on the iPad.
The world is
a wonderful place. There is an infinite variety of fascination out there, so
much so that ten lifetimes would not be enough to do it justice. That’s not what we see in the headlines. We see the equivalent
of supermarket isles full of salty snacks, sugary drinks, confectionery and
prepared food. We see the junk which sells but doesn’t inform. We see the junk which isn’t even
good for us, the garbage we might shun if it were not for our ingrained laziness,
our perennial habit of taking what is offered rather than seeking out the best
that is available -
- no that’s not it – not quite.
Media headlines have begun to
seem infantile. They were always strident, over-dramatic, misleading and
simplistic, but the desperate hunt for clicks has reached another level as they
say. Infantile feels new to me and it feels like a trend. Not particularly new because
we have seen this level of reporting for quite some time. It’s back to the
supermarket isles, back to the infantile consumption, back to the isles of confectionery.
10 comments:
The older I get, the less interested I am in 'main' headlines which say the same thing over and over again.
We don't listen to the BBC any more because of its dreadful left-wing bias, and the reporting isn't very good anyway.
So it's local friends, close family, my village, and trebles all round...
Currently reading this "novel" about Fleet Street in 1960, well worth it:
https://www.amazon.co.uk/Crooked-Sixpence-Murray-Sayle/dp/0955823846
As I worked in Fleet Street in the early sixties I will have to read that, despite all the union problems it was a fascinating place.
Headlines? All I get are 4king football and slebs 4king . . .
I subscribe to a web site that gives me access to a great many archived newspapers and journals. The result that I am living in a past world most of the time. Also, I think their ideas and products dealing with lumbago are superior.
@Wiggia: I should like to hear about that.
Scrobs - we are much the same, we don't watch or listen to the BBC either. Too politically correct.
Sackers - sounds interesting but no Kindle version as far as I can see. So much to read and so little time.
Wiggia - why not tell us about it?
DCB - slebs are the pits. Without them I'm sure the world would be a finer place.
Demetrius - that's a good idea, it's where I'm going.
Just bought a copy from Amazon, Sackers!
Four and a half folding pictures of The Duke of Wellington, on the nose...
Thanks for the tip. When Reuters burnt down in the late sixties, perhaps 1970, we had the job of measuring the whole building for fire damage.
That was about the time I wished I'd become a journalist...
Could have become famous...
@ Michael - enjoy! When you've read it you'll want to burn down the other Press HQs.
P.S. Seems there was a forerunner - "The Street of Disillusion" by Harry Procter, first published 1958 (i.e. 3 years before Sayle's book came out). Republished 2010, currently available for under £8 inc p+p:
https://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/offer-listing/0956368670/ref=tmm_pap_used_olp_sr?ie=UTF8&condition=used&qid=&sr=
Unlike Sayle, Procter actually quit journalism in disgust:
https://www.theguardian.com/media/greenslade/2010/jul/23/newspapers-daily-mirror
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