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Charity, the meekest of the Christian graces, has been long since dethroned, and her place is taken by the blatant braggart Philanthropy, who does his good deeds in a most ostentatious manner, and loudly invites the world to see his generosity, and praise him for it.
Fergus Hume - Madame Midas (1888)
There is something desperately creepy about Red Nose Day. To my mind it is not only matters such as high staff costs, political correctness and a suspicion that it can be useful exposure for fading celebrities.
It also comes across as a crude virtue-signalling game as used to sell so many totalitarian political moves. A sense that in spite of its charitable trappings, Red Nose Day is essentially the same political game.
