My journalism professor brought up an interesting topic in class. What is fair in journalism concerning Tiger Woods’ car accident on 11/27/09, the parade of mistresses slogging through the media and Woods’ subsequent revelation of infidelity? Is Woods’ life our business?
The class erupted in opinion. A student broke first, insisting that Woods placed himself in a position of public scrutiny because he was rich and famous. She said that because it was “our” money that made Woods a millionaire, he lost his right to privacy. There was a lot of agreement. Those who disagreed were either silent, couldn’t or wouldn’t make their point.
The Woods’ coverage has changed journalism, particularly in the world of sports, advised the professor.
I saw a paper cartoon this afternoon depicting two people watching news of sex and gossip. One person was drawn, turning to the other saying that the sports channel sure had changed. Yessiree, Bob. It sure has.
Woods has been playing golf almost since birth and in the media spotlight since the age of two. He grew up in front of us. We watched him win much and lose little. We snirkled and let it go when, as an adult, he mouthed f’bombs on television.
Place yourself in these shoes: you are a young man, healthy, semi handsome and very wealthy celebrity. Everywhere you go; people want to do things for you, to please you and women throw themselves at you.
“Yes, sir.”
“Of course, sir.”
“Can I blow you in the bathroom, sir?”
Media and media audiences have a love-hate relationship with celebrities. Love the talent, the lifestyle, money and fame, and hate that those very things allow escape from life’s excrutiating mediocrity. When celebrities fall, some of us salivate while watching them crash and burn. Salacious gossip is a delicious diversion from the sameness of our lives. We are allowed to be better than, placing ourselves above the star we have elevated so high.
Woods is a great golfer. He is not Jesus Christ.
Woods has proven to be just a man, susceptible to temptation, corruptible by power and money and perhaps destroyed by it, just like billions of men past and God knows how many more in the future.
The answer to my journalism professor’s question is that, yes, journalism was fair in its reporting of Woods’ crumbling life, but journalism can no longer use the description of fair, as described by Merriam Webster as meaning, “being marked by impartiality and honesty, free from self-interest, prejudice; or favoritism.” The description that now best fits journalism, for Woods and for many stories to come, is “superficially pleasing.”
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Michael Still Thrilling
The St. Petersburg Times featured a story about a world-wide event where local people performed Thriller at the Pier in St. Petersburg, Florida, on Saturday, October 24, 2009. Excited, I, a 52 year old grandmother of six, decided I was going.
I was torn in my personal feelings about Michael Jackson. I am embarrassed to admit there are times I tend to fall for media hype if it is relentless enough. I leaned toward his guilt, even though I lack authority to do so. Even if he wasn’t guilty of what he was accused, he certainly was weirdly eccentric. What was completely clear, where there was no confusion whatsoever, was his talent. Zero. Michael Jackson’s dance moves and music have thrilled me since the Jackson Five. My children and I felt compelled to pretend to dance like Jackson whenever Billy Jean, Beat it, I’m Bad and Thriller played through the 80’s.
The event featured in Times was sponsored by Thrill The World, an annual worldwide simultaneous dance of Michael Jackson's “Thriller.” The event is intended to raise money for charity and break the current record in the Guinness Book of World Records. Thrill the World, the brainchild of Ines Markeljevic, a Canadian dance instructor and choreographer. Markeljevic believed there was going to be a large “Thriller” dance after reading the 2005 headline in a local newspaper, “Thriller at Dundas Square.” After learning she was wrong, Markeljevic decided to undertake the daunting task of trying to create a record to beat. In 2006, 62 people in a community center created the first world record with only 2 hours of training.
Thrill the World was born in 2007, with over 1,700 people in 52 cities and 5 continents participated, breaking the 2006 record. 2008 brought 4,179 dancers, breaking the record of the year before.
I posted my excitement on Facebook. Surely someone would want to go with me. Didn’t everyone try to learn the moonwalk in their socks in the kitchen in the 80’s? My grandchildren were busy. I asked a friend. “Not my thing,” he replied. My mind was made up to go by myself if necessary.
So, on October 24, 2009, at 7:00 p.m., despite a fear of going downtown at night and finding parking, armed with a jacket, tissue, camera, extra batteries and Mace, I headed downtown to watch. I expected it to be an exciting night.
I was not disappointed. Arriving a little after 7:30 p.m., I saw 200 people, mainly children, dressed in ghoulish attire, lined up on the median of the street leading to the Pier. Police on large sleek dark horses kept the crowd, consisting of several hundred people, in line and off the street. An adult-sized zombie shadowed the edge of the crowd, making sure there were none of the living straggled onto the street.
Finally, there was a countdown of the participants. 200 out of 400 people attended, slightly disappointing, but still exciting. Then, a countdown of the last 60 seconds and….Vincent Price’s voice eerily boomed out over the ocean.
The entire song lasted between 4 and 6 minutes. It was a historic event in the year of Michael Jackson’s death and I was an unrecorded part of it.
The 2009 statistics are 22,596 dance participants in 32 countries. Expected media reports were greatly exaggerated by anticipating 250,000. This event seems to be the kind that gains momentum slowly, like a boulder rolling down a large craggy mountain.
I’m learning the dance. I plan on being one more for next year.
I was torn in my personal feelings about Michael Jackson. I am embarrassed to admit there are times I tend to fall for media hype if it is relentless enough. I leaned toward his guilt, even though I lack authority to do so. Even if he wasn’t guilty of what he was accused, he certainly was weirdly eccentric. What was completely clear, where there was no confusion whatsoever, was his talent. Zero. Michael Jackson’s dance moves and music have thrilled me since the Jackson Five. My children and I felt compelled to pretend to dance like Jackson whenever Billy Jean, Beat it, I’m Bad and Thriller played through the 80’s.
The event featured in Times was sponsored by Thrill The World, an annual worldwide simultaneous dance of Michael Jackson's “Thriller.” The event is intended to raise money for charity and break the current record in the Guinness Book of World Records. Thrill the World, the brainchild of Ines Markeljevic, a Canadian dance instructor and choreographer. Markeljevic believed there was going to be a large “Thriller” dance after reading the 2005 headline in a local newspaper, “Thriller at Dundas Square.” After learning she was wrong, Markeljevic decided to undertake the daunting task of trying to create a record to beat. In 2006, 62 people in a community center created the first world record with only 2 hours of training.
Thrill the World was born in 2007, with over 1,700 people in 52 cities and 5 continents participated, breaking the 2006 record. 2008 brought 4,179 dancers, breaking the record of the year before.
I posted my excitement on Facebook. Surely someone would want to go with me. Didn’t everyone try to learn the moonwalk in their socks in the kitchen in the 80’s? My grandchildren were busy. I asked a friend. “Not my thing,” he replied. My mind was made up to go by myself if necessary.
So, on October 24, 2009, at 7:00 p.m., despite a fear of going downtown at night and finding parking, armed with a jacket, tissue, camera, extra batteries and Mace, I headed downtown to watch. I expected it to be an exciting night.
I was not disappointed. Arriving a little after 7:30 p.m., I saw 200 people, mainly children, dressed in ghoulish attire, lined up on the median of the street leading to the Pier. Police on large sleek dark horses kept the crowd, consisting of several hundred people, in line and off the street. An adult-sized zombie shadowed the edge of the crowd, making sure there were none of the living straggled onto the street.
Finally, there was a countdown of the participants. 200 out of 400 people attended, slightly disappointing, but still exciting. Then, a countdown of the last 60 seconds and….Vincent Price’s voice eerily boomed out over the ocean.
The entire song lasted between 4 and 6 minutes. It was a historic event in the year of Michael Jackson’s death and I was an unrecorded part of it.
The 2009 statistics are 22,596 dance participants in 32 countries. Expected media reports were greatly exaggerated by anticipating 250,000. This event seems to be the kind that gains momentum slowly, like a boulder rolling down a large craggy mountain.
I’m learning the dance. I plan on being one more for next year.
Monday, November 2, 2009
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What makes me different, more unique, than anyone else with a keyboard and fingers? Is it that I more talented or educated? That my life experiences elicit sympathy or evoke laughter?
Everyone who writes wants to believe they can be Hemingway, Tolstoy or Capote. We all want to believe in endless possibilities for the American dream.
The answers to those questions will be revealed by you, the reader. I look forward to finding out.
Everyone who writes wants to believe they can be Hemingway, Tolstoy or Capote. We all want to believe in endless possibilities for the American dream.
The answers to those questions will be revealed by you, the reader. I look forward to finding out.
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