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New Stuff, Old Stuff, Weird Stuff & My Stuff

Posted by BigWords on October 10, 2009

I’ve added quite a number of things to the blog upon my return to the interwebs, and even though I’m not quite up to speed (internet weeks aren’t like real weeks, because time works differently online) I have managed to get most of the essentials done. There are programs which still haven’t been loaded onto the laptop, but they can wait while the important business of maintaining this little corner of the internet is attended to.

Two sayings have been running through my mind as I contemplate the quickly approaching NaNo date (November 1), and I guess that the sentiments are widely held because of their ubiquity:

A change is as good as a rest.

Variety is the spice of life.

Those may seem to be simplistic ways of viewing our day-to-day lives (whatever that entails), but they have the nugget of truth that I feel is true in more ways than they are facetious. I like them. I’m also taking the advice oft given that “having a break from the usual routine” can do wonders for the weary soul. That translates as something more akin to a 180° than a slight shift in behavior. I’m almost beginning to feel relieved that I don’t have to do some things.

This post is a change from my usual meanderings, being – as it is – a rough guide to this blog. I’m also prepping my brain for a completely new story for NaNoWriMo. There may be more on that subject once the date comes around…

New stuff (here on my blog) includes a list of places I frequent. Jeez, that sounds so fucking sleazy written out like that, and I’m wondering if ‘frequent’ (as a word) is now associated too deeply with cottaging and dirty old men outside school gates. I would try to think of  a better word if my brain wasn’t so frazzled at the moment, but right now I’m struggling to come up with ways to phrase things that aren’t completely lame-beyond-comparison.

I also attempted to write a Bucket List, but my pathetic attempt fell short of the normal 100 things by quite a way. 95 entries to be exact. Am I that hopeless right now that I can’t even come up with the things I would love to do before the Grim Reaper decides I’m too tasty a snack to ignore any longer? I am, without a doubt, beyond redemption right now, and I can only apologize about my uselessness at filling the list.

Must do better will be my epitaph.

Old stuff which has will been added around here is covered by some of the opening text from my zombie apocalypse magnum opus. (I know, I know… I haven’t typed it up yet, so be patient) There is probably more stuff I can find on my external hard drives, but I need to install some software before I can fully appreciate the wonders which are located on them.

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Whatever the positives or negatives of the companies, the adverts currently spamming British television for gold to sell have been getting rather annoying. After the ridiculous claims have been sifted out of the message they present (gold is not better than cold hard cash) you can begin to see them for what they are… And to have Anne bloody Diamond presenting one of them is beyond a fucking joke.

This is – you may remember – an individual whose claim to fame is being a gob for hire. She would say whatever a person wanted for some cash, like the good little worker bee she is. I remember reading her ludicrous comments in the aftermath of the Bulger case, and she really isn’t the most intelligent person on the planet, never mind the country. It is a hidden message that you would have to be slightly brain-damaged to take the advert seriously.

I’ll expand on this when I find the courage to read some of the crap which she’s written.

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That is all for now. I’ll post something more substantial when I get around to loading in all the stuff I need onto the laptop and get things set up how I like.

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Miss Universe As A Cultural Touchstone

Posted by BigWords on August 16, 2009

The extravaganza known as the Miss Universe Pageant returns, and I’m not sure what to make of proceedings. I’m straight, so the idea of looking at women in skimpy clothes isn’t unheard of, but the way these shows operate doesn’t do anything for me. Really, take a look at the women participating in the show. Go on. Click the link and take a look. Done? Right, lets examine what’s wrong with this idea.

Firstly, the contest is all about looks. You won’t see figures like Beth Ditto among the competitors, and that is extremely divisive in a world which already stigmatizes women who don’t spend three hours in front of a mirror before they leave the house. I’m not sure what message we (= men) are meant to take from these kinds of events, but I’m sure it isn’t a healthy message, and it certainly isn’t one which women (in general) want to promote.

Maybe I’m being too critical about the show, but I really can’t see how being judged on appearance and servility to an outmoded concept of ‘perfection’ is of any benefit. There are ways for women to show their equality, but appearing on this type of a program diminishes the work that intelligent and amazing women are doing. I’m not saying the contestants are dumb… far from it. There are women who have used these events as ways of making money to get through college.

The blame for these shows (flesh markets might be a more apt term) is squarely on the event organizers and the television producers willing to demean people for ratings. This is only a small part of the larger problem in modern pop media, where whorish attention to individuals is used as cheap and titillating entertainment. Big Brother, American Idol and other ‘reality’ shows are also symptoms of the disease running through television like a bad-taste ebola.

Should these shows be banned? No. I’m against censorship, but ignoring the existence of bad taste and car-wreck television should be advised as a way of stifling the output of crap. If we stop watching, then they will stop making the bad television. Simple.

Unrealistic expectations are being foisted upon the minds of girls watching these shows, and a direct line between the representation of women in media and the rise of eating disorders is clear to anyone who has looked at the corollary data. With the rise of glossy magazines and shows which focus on appearance, more girls turn to calorie-counting, purging and all the other weight-control freakery that does not lead to attractiveness to the opposite sex. We don’t want stick insects on our arms.

Turn off the television and read a good book. Hell, read a trashy paperback, whatever you have lying around… Just keep the television off.

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The Pain Never Ends…

Posted by BigWords on June 30, 2009

It continues and continues and continues… I am, of course, talking about the endless stream of sub-par, quasi-retarded ‘reality’ television shows. The worst offender is, by a large margin, Big Brother, whose selection policy for contestants seems to be asking them a handful of rather simple questions:

  1. Do you know your own name?
  2. Can you tie your own shoelaces?
  3. Are you insane?

If they answer ‘yes’ to all three questions they get in. Lord Reith must be doing pirouettes in his fucking grave.

I don’t blame Channel 4. Not in the slightest. I blame the people who keep watching the show, hoping to catch the three minutes of actual entertainment broadcast in any 24 hour period, who gossip about the mundanities of the talentless, underachieving morons who parade their inadequacies to the nation in a series of humiliating and demeaning ‘challenges’. If there was a God, then the house would burn to the ground with all the contestants still inside.

Why do I care?
Well, apart from the fact that these kinds of shows are taking valuable television air-time away from shows which have writers, whose production needs actors, and whose shelf-life is a little longer than a bottle of milk, then there is absolutely nothing wrong with reality television. If the UK can’t create some new series, which have intricately crafted plots, subtle acting and intelligent messages, then the reputation for class and elegance (which we have been fooling the world with) is gonna be screwed.

There’s a thin line between populist broadcasting and whoring, and Channel 4 is pulling up her fishnets and scribbling “£20” on the side of her white stillettos.

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