In today’s news, more trivial shit

This is the current main image on smh.com.au (2.45pm):

Smh.com.au Sarkozy's shoes

Shoes are An Important Story, dontchaknow.

Yes, an official meeting between Nicolas Sarkozy and Francois Hollande -
Sarkozy’s Cuban heels let him see Hollande eye to eye – and the journo writes about his shoes. And gets it wrong – those are not Cuban heels. And then the online editor at smh.com.au decides it’s important enough to be the main image.

You can’t make this shit up.

And over at News.com.au, this is the story the online editor believes is the most important of the afternoon:

News.com.au and the leak

It’s not even a popular tv show.

A tv show that often isn’t in the top 10 most watched of the week is considered more important than the news that the Electoral Commission has cleared Craig Thomson of electoral fraud. That’s right, the result of a show that most people don’t watch is more important than one of the biggest stories of the year. Or perhaps it’s that a positive result for Thomson ruins News Ltd’s anti-Government agenda. (Psst journalists, starting all your news stories with “Tony Abbott says” is not holding the Government to account. It’s letting the Opposition control your news agenda, and the result is you’re not holding anyone in power to account. Also, consider that Baym wrote this in 2005:

“Mainstream journalism’s reliance on predictable conventions can render it susceptible to manipulation by the professional speech writers and media handlers who seed public information with pre-scripted soundbites and spin,” (2005, p. 265).

Politicians know that you’ll lead your story with the dumb quip, and if someone asks any questions of substance, no one will report the answer. They also know that no journalists will fact check their claims, particularly those about the economy. Journalists, you are being used. But I digress.)

News.com.au is also running a BIG story about a finance reporter adjusting her skirt for a split second – stop the fucking presses, right? – and two free plugs for upcoming films.

I’m not suggesting that online news should be worthy and serious all the time. But it’s pretty hard to argue that it’s worthy and serious even some of the time.

One of the things I’m looking at in my doctorate is how young people experience the news. The research indicates that they reject mainstream news because it’s trivial and sensational (eg, McNair, 2000; Buckingham 2000; Raeymakers 2003; Mindich, 2005; Costera Meijer 2007… you get the picture. I won’t post all the refs below – I’ll put them in the comments if anyone wants them). It used to be the case that young people developed an interest in news when they “grew up”, but this is no longer so certain.

I’ve mentioned this before but it’s worth mentioning again: In the 2004 US presidential election, 21 per cent of 18-34-year-olds got their news from The Daily Show with Jon Stewart and Saturday Night Live – just behind the 23 per cent who got their political information from network news (Feldman, 2007). But, those who watched the comedy shows knew more about election issues than those who got their news from the MSM (National Annenberg Election Survey). If I was still a journalist, I’d be pretty fucking nervous about that.

References:
Baym, G (2005), ‘The Daily Show: Discursive Integration and the Reinvention of Political Journalism’, Political Communication, vol. 22, no. 3, pp. 259-276.

Costera Meijer, I (2007), ‘The paradox of popularity: How young people experience the news’, Journalism Studies, vol. 8, no. 1, pp. 96-116.

Feldman, L (2007), ‘The news about comedy: Young audiences, The Daily Show, and evolving notions of journalism’, Journalism, vol. 8, pp. 406-427.

Doing the thing you’re complaining about

It’s become a bit of a thing lately for the mainstream media to run opinion pieces that criticise women for criticising women. I’m not suggesting that everyone needs to be nice to each other, but these articles certainly benefit the MSM in terms of traffic. And of course, the “women are their own worst enemies” is a classic misogynist move.

The latest is this one from SMH journo Stephanie Peatling: Why are women hell bent on destroying each other?

Hell bent on destroying each other? Really? The headline comes from a line in Peatling’s piece, so I can’t blame a sub editor for it. Look around you – how many women do you see being “hell bent on destroying” other women?

She starts with Time‘s breastfeeding cover:

It also provided an irresistible excuse for women to rip into each other.

People posting comments on parenting and women’s websites could not help but play the person, not the issue.

They justified their own choices, denigrated others, called mothers who did or did not breastfeed selfish and generally descended into a good old catfight. All this came 48 hours before Mother’s Day.

This is not about women ripping into each other. Look at the comments on any news story or opinion piece on a Fairfax or News Ltd site and you’ll see people ripping into each other. Yes, I think it’s worth discussing why so many people post nasty comments on news sites. But let’s not pretend that it’s women who do this. It’s some women, just like it’s some men. Besides, the blame for the comments becoming a “good old catfight” rests with the people who moderate the comments – they decide what gets published and they control the discussion. People can post nasty comments all they like, it doesn’t mean you have to publish them.

Women seem to spend the first third of our lives tearing each other down about clothing and weight before spending the next third, regardless of whether we have children, arguing about parenting techniques.

Maybe that’s what your friends are like, Stephanie, but my friends are not like that. Sure, I’ve met some women and some men in my 35 years who act like this, but they are in the minority. And in the workplace, in my experience, it’s more likely that men will be talking about a female colleague’s appearance/clothes. I’ve heard male editors in their 30s discuss the fuckability of female uni students on work experience. In two workplaces, the male editors and senior journos had ranked their female colleagues according to “hotness”. And there was always at least one idiot who thought that telling a woman she was near the top of the list would get him laid.

It is more than 20 years since the publication of Naomi Wolf’s book The Beauty Myth, with its powerful arguments about the pressure women put on themselves and each other to conform to a socially acceptable idea of attractiveness.

Ok, it’s been a while since I read The Beauty Myth, but that’s not what I remember it being about. (Check out Jessica Barlow’s piece at Lip mag.)

As a political reporter, I see every day the different standards by which female politicians are judged.

Before they open their mouths, their appearance is assessed as if, as one of my colleagues puts it, that was one of their key performance indicators.

I give you Exhibit A: a whiney piece by your newspaper’s state political editor, Sean Nicholls, saying it’s Kristina Keneally’s fault that he considers her haircut to be Important News:

Her decision to get hair extensions shortly after the election caused a media meltdown. In hindsight, it was the first hint of things to come but rightly, at the time, it was seen as her business.

How can something cause a “media meltdown” if it’s seen as “her business”? That’s just stupid. Also, it’s a complete load of crap because it was not seen as “her business” at all. At the SMH, Nick O’Malley wrote about it, Heath Aston wrote about it, Melissa Singer wrote about it, Damien Murphy wrote about it (and also seemed to imply that Keneally is the only female politician to be judged on her looks). And that’s just at Sydney’s broadsheet. The Daily Telegraph‘s political journos had a field day as well.

If you want to talk about the way female politicians are judged on their appearance and not what they do as part of their jobs, you need to start with the journalists. After all, the place where we have public discussions IS THE MAINSTREAM MEDIA. Derr. I’m sure Natasha Stott Despoja, Kate Ellis, Amanda Vanstone, Cheryl Kernot, Belinda Neal, Kristina Keneally, Lara Giddings and Julia Gillard would have a few things to say about the number of journalists at Fairfax and News Ltd who have written about their hair, clothing, shoes, handbag, ears, relationship, and status as a working uterus. And they’re just the ones in the last few years. It’s a shame that Peatling can’t see the role her colleagues play in this. It’s like those journalists who write about a “media meltdown” as though they weren’t part of it, and report that “the family has asked for privacy” without realising that the family is asking for privacy FROM THE JOURNALISTS CAMPED OUTSIDE THEIR HOME.

And then there’s this:

Are men sitting around on the milk crates of inner city cafes discussing how Fred’s latest pair of lycra cycling shorts isn’t doing his stomach any favours? No.

Are they regrouping in the pub after work to whisper how Mark only got that promotion because he flirts with the boss? No.

Are they secretly thinking Sam is a bit of a hippy because his kid wears cloth nappies? No.

And you know this, how? In my first week in one workplace, I was informed by two women and five men that the highest-ranked woman in that office was sleeping with the boss. Sure, this is just one example, but it’s of equal weight to Peatling’s evidence-free assertion that men don’t do this.

Peatling makes a good point at the end about letting adults make their own decisions without abusing them for it, but the rest of the article does exactly what she’s criticising women for.

Poor me

ManFriend and I saw The Mountain Goats on Sunday night. John Darnielle’s songs can make you feel happy and sad at the same time. And everyone knows all the words:

How many folk rock gigs involve the crowd enthusiastically yelling “hail Satan“? (from 2.25 in the Satan link if you just want to hear the crowd.)

Anyway, there’s something about his songs that make me think about, well, let’s be honest, romanticise the idea of sharing poverty with someone. Romanticising those “remember when we lived in that cockroach-infested flat with no hot water and no food but we had our love and we boiled the kettle to fill the bath for each other” memories, as only a middle-class wanker who has always had hot water can do. Because really, living in that flat would be an enormous strain on your health, on your mental health, and on your relationship. And cockroaches stink, especially when they get inside the phone. Remember when we all had home phones? How old-fashioned that now seems.

As a writer, there’s also a middle-class wanker notion that you need to suffer for your craft. “Suffer for your craft”. Could there be a wankier cliche? Having life throw shit and used tampons at you doesn’t make you a good writer. It just gives you experiences to draw on if you want to write about shit and used tampons. It doesn’t mean your writing’s going to be any good.

I think I’ve been pretty lucky thoughout my life. Things have always worked out, even when I’ve been of no fixed address. Which has happened a few times. Luckily, there was always a friend with a cupboard I could sleep in. So while I was thinking “oh, I wish I’d lived in poverty in my twenties so I could write wistfully about love that ended because it was all too fucking hard but gee, for a while there we had our love to keep us warm”, I realised that I had lived in poverty in my twenties. I just did it while single.

There was my first flat when I moved to Sydney with my best friend after high school, where we lived on homebrand toast and rice for weeks because that was all we could afford. Things got really dire – and bland – when the soy sauce and instant coffee ran out. A few weeks after that we had to call our parents and ask for money before we got scurvy. We used to pretend we were high school kids so we’d get the $5.95 all you can eat deal at Pizza Hut, but they cottoned on to us pretty quick. Then we’d use a shop-a-docket to get a Big Mac at McDonald’s to share for dinner, but since we were both vego at the time, we’d pull out the patties and “enjoy” our bread and lettuce.

Then there was the sharehouse with the junkie, where you had to wear your workboots into the bathroom to kick the needles out of the way before a shower. Because I had the front room, dodgy fuckers would climb through my bedroom window at all hours, wanting to buy drugs from my housemate. And the pet ferret and pet rat would eat all my uni notes and bite my toes.

And there was the empty flat, where the only furniture we had in the living room was a cupboard door on two cardboard boxes for a table, and my flatmate and I sat on cushions on the floor. We only had two cushions, so when we had a visitor, someone got a sore butt. There was only one powerpoint in the kitchen so the kettle was in there and the toaster was in the living room and there was a mark on the opposite wall from where the toaster hit it when the powerpoint exploded. It almost took my hand with it.

Another sharehouse was held together with wire and gaffa tape and the kitchen floor was sinking from the weight of the fridge. The electricity was so dodgy that when someone boiled the kettle, someone else’s stereo in their room would cut out. Once I’d paid rent, I had to make $50 last a fortnight. That’s hard. Fucking hard. My housemates were stoners who didn’t like to get off the couch, so when they ordered takeaway they’d buy some for me if I went and picked it up for them. Win win, huh?

And these are just the dodgy places where I was really poor. It doesn’t include the place with the outside toilet and the rotting floorboards in the bathroom so you had to be careful getting out of the shower, or the place with water leaking from the light fittings and a male flatmate who stole my underwear, or the place where my religious flatmate said that having my boyfriend stay the night in my room “compromised her principles”. Those aren’t stories about being poor.

But I haven’t shared it with anyone. I was povvo and single.

So now I’ve shared it with you.

(And obviously, the title of this post is having at laugh at me being poor, not me playing my miniature violin.)

In Lara Bingle vs the MSM, I am on Team Lara

The 697 people (so far) who’ve found my blog in the last 24 hours searching for “Lara Bingle nude on balcony” alerted me to the fact that someone has taken a photo of Lara Bingle nude on a balcony and told the MSM in order to drum up interest in the photo. I’m quick like that. It’s a shame the MSM isn’t so quick to realise how they’re being used, but why should entertainment reporters to be any different to political reporters?

I’m going to pick on News.com.au because their story is the most ridiculous: Lara Bingle feels ‘violated’ by nude photos, by Chris Paine and Owen Vaughan. And no, I have no idea how it took two journalists to write 505 words about their Google searches, with just a single interview that resulted in one sentence making it into the story. Two journalists!

First, let me show you the bullet points at the start of the story. This will be important later:

News.com.au bullet points

The bullet points on the News.com.au Lara Bingle story.

And now the story:

LARA Bingle says she feels “violated” and “emabarrassed” by paparazzi photos of her naked on her balcony.

I’m embarrassed that neither journalist can spell “embarrassed”. But picking on typos is unfair, when there’s so much more to pick on about this story. Did I mention it took two journalists to write it?

I’d also like to point out that the photos aren’t of Lara Bingle on the balcony. She was inside her home and closing the balcony door. INSIDE HER HOME. The photos were first aired on A Current Affair (Channel 9) last night. Which means that no one in charge at ACA and no one in charge at News.com.au is bothered by the fact that it is a massive invasion of your privacy to have someone take photos of you inside your own home. Is that the kind of “journalism” they support? How many steps do you reckon it is from publishing photos of someone inside their home to hacking someone’s phone?

It is the fourth nude photo scandal to beset Bingle, and it has left her clearly upset.

Despite reporting that Bingle is “clearly upset” about these photos being plastered across news sites – as anyone would be – News.com.au is still running the photos and the story nice and large on the website. News Ltd sites love nothing more than sticking the boot into Lara Bingle while simultaneously using her as clickbait.

But what are these four nude photo scandals?

Photos of her topless in a field, taken seven years ago, appeared on websites in 2007.

You mean photos that were taken when she was possibly underaged and then sold overseas by the photographer and published in German GQ magazine and it would have gone unnoticed if it wasn’t for the MSM yelling “CLICK HERE TO SEE NUDE BINGLE BOOBIES!”. It says a lot about the MSM’s attitude towards Lara Bingle that the person who made money from selling the photographs is believed, but the person in the photos is not.

A mobile-phone snap of her in a shower, allegedly taken by her then lover, former AFL player Brendan Fevola, when they had a brief fling in 2006, was first published in 2010. Those pics contributed to the breakdown of her relationship with cricketer Michael Clarke, to whom she was engaged.

A photo that News.com.au gleefully ran across their homepage ALL DAY. A photo that any idiot could see Bingle had not consented to. A photo that Fevola reportedly showed to all his mates and a bunch of sports journos, and despite him being married, the journos portrayed it as her scandal, not his. You tell me, what’s more scandalous: a young woman in a nude photo she doesn’t want taken, or a married man taking a nude photo of a woman without her consent and then showing it to his workmates and the media. It’s pretty embarrassing for journalists that they can’t even get the scandal right.

Sources said a different set of photos showing the bikini model sunbathing topless on Bondi Beach were offered to magazines several weeks ago, though apparently there were no takers.

“Sources said”? I call bullshit. That just sounds like someone wanting to have a go at her.

And now, wait for it… the single quote that it took two journalists to get:

“She’s really upset and embarrased about this invasion of privacy,” she told news.com.au.

That was really worth the wait, wasn’t it? Two journalists! And they still can’t spell “embarrassed”. (I really hope there are no typos in this post…)

While Bingle is believed to be upset about the most recent shots, the drama surrounding their taking and attempted sale will only focus more attention on her reality show, which is being made for Channel 10.

Remember those bullet points?

But some claim the whole thing is a stunt

With no reference to ANYONE who may be making that claim, we can only assume that it’s Paine or Vaughan making that claim. It’s not really journalism is it, to report your opinion as though it’s someone else’s?

Sure, it could be a stunt. But without a single piece of evidence in this story indicating that it could be a stunt, I’m inclined to believe that it’s just the journos making it up.

Whatever you do, don’t read the comments. Remember, these are the ones that a journalist read and thought “yes, that’s fine to publish”.

Like this one:
Brett of Perth Posted at 2:13 PM Today
Who hasn’t seen it all before anyway and if Fevola didnt want it, how hot can it be?

Clearly hot enough for Brett of Perth to click on the story in order to see naked photos of her. How stupid can Brett of Perth be?

Update May 14: Still don’t think News Ltd websites use the words “Lara Bingle nude” to increase traffic? Check out the links at the bottom of yesterday’s story. These links were manually added by a journalist:

Links in Daily Telegraph's Lara Bingle story

Dailytelegraph.com.au demonstrates just how much they rely on Lara Bingle for traffic

Watch as I chuck a tanty

Things got a little heated on the second edition of Feminist Dad, so there are two things I want to make clear.

One: This is not a radfem blog and it is not a women-only blog and I won’t be bullied into making it one. This has always been a feminist blog where women and men are welcome to comment and ask questions and discuss issues. It does not mean I’m “colluding with the patriarchy”. Honestly, could there be a lazier insult to hurl at a feminist? It’s the feminist equivalent of “yeah, well you’re fat and ugly”.

Two: The whole point of Feminist Dad is to make a wide audience aware of Feminist Dad behaviour, so that people read it and think, “shit, I do that” or “shit, my friend does that, I’ll tell him”. And for that to happen, men need to be a part of the conversation. I thought that was pretty fucking obvious.

He’s, like, the BEST DAD EVAHHH

Hey look, another post about dads. Although, it’s not really about dads and more about hyperbole.

This is on the SMH homepage (which is how I saw it because, not being a parent, I don’t visit parenting sites):

Jason Lee photo of kids

Taping your kids to the wall is pretty funny

ManFriend showed me the picture on the weekend, so I clicked on it today hoping there’d be other photos of children taped to things. It’s proof of the saying I’m trying to make catch on, that today’s funny photo/video on twitter is tomorrow’s news story. (And no, it’s not about Jason Lee and Pilot Inspektor – which is quite possibly one of the best names ever.)

But check out the headline: Best dad ever takes adorable, crazy photos of daughters.

Now, this is not a criticism of Jason Lee. I’m sure he’s a pretty good parent, because most parents are pretty good parents. It’s a criticism of the headline written by an unnamed journalist. I mean, really, taking photos of your children makes you the BEST DAD EVER? Holy bajoley, what an easy gig Best Dad Ever is. I look forward to a similar article about how a woman who made dinner for her kids is the BEST MUM EVER.

Mind you, Essential Kids is also featuring a creepy gallery of photos to “celebrate” Suri Cruise’s 6th birthday – photos taken by photographers who harass the family whenever they leave the house; photographers who make money by selling images taken without the parents’ consent – so I shouldn’t really expect too much of the site.

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