Posts tagged ugh

What the self-appointed speech police of the blogosphere forget is that to err occasionally is an integral part of the learning process. And one of the things I learnt from my stupidity last week is that those who seek to demonize error, rather than forgive it, are among the most insidious enemies of academic freedom.
Fuck youuuuuuuuu, Niall Ferguson.

Last night’s episode of The Newsroom had a scene which encapsulates everything I dislike about the show. A side plot had Don, Sloan, and that one recurring character who hosts another show on a plane that was stalled on the tarmac. Sloan, and especially Don, wanted to get off the plane, or at least switch seats so they could’ve more easily communicated and/or look at each other’s phones or something as they were getting news of bin Laden’s death. Unfortunately, a flight attendant refused to let Don leave his seat (of course, the attendant is a female character that was in the way of the male trying to do his god-given duty to be an Important Journalist). Anyway, near the end of the episode, Don eventually caused enough of a fuss to get the pilot’s attention. It’s at this point that Don noticed the stripes on the pilot’s uniform and, starry-eyed, decides to inform the surrounding crew members of bin Laden’s death, followed by, and I roughly quote, “we reported the news!”

Let’s look at what happened in that one moment. We have Sorkin trying to traffic in the deeply held sentiments of an actual event into a fictional narrative, without really adding anything of note to the mix thematically. That’s one way to be manipulative. Then, we have that bit about them reporting the news by announcing to the crew the news about bin Laden, showing them to be unable to be present in the moment, unable to be present without patting themselves on the back for being journalists.

I’ll admit I went into the show with high hopes. The Social Network, and to a lesser extent, Moneyball, had great scripts, but The Newsroom, and this scene, takes the problems those films had and amplifies it. The self-importance, the misogyny, other problems that better writers have discussed. Sorkin doesn’t even know how to write these emotionally manipulative scenes that probably any hack TV drama writer can write in thirty seconds without undermining its false power with his overcompensating desire to prove journalism’s worth at every moment (well, any moment that’s not about the characters’ personal lives, yawn). This scene should have been the easiest gimme ever but he even flubbed that up. It’s become far too easy to hate on Sorkin, but with a show like this on his hands (and not to mention his response to the criticism of it), it’s impossible not to.

Shut the fuck up.

It’s just been announced that Gavin McInnes is part of the “comedy” lineup for a local music festival and I can feel an impending rage blackout in the pits of my stomach that will work its way up to my brain in which then no pillow around me will be safe.

Hey, remember when he said, “I love being white and I think it’s something to be very proud of. I don’t want our culture diluted. We need to close the borders now and let everyone assimilate to a Western, white, English-speaking way of life”?

I don’t care if he’s disavowed what he said up there. I don’t care if he was being “ironic”. He’s still the worst kind of libertarian, enabling racism, sexism, and most glaringly, the strain of thinking that is “political correctness has gone too far!”, which is usually just code for “why can’t I be racist/sexist/etc. without people getting offended???”. Fuck Vice. Fuck Street Carnage. I’m this close to sitting out this year’s festival and I know that kind of threat does absolutely nothing but it’s just, ugh, what to do.

I guess I shouldn’t be too shocked that student politics at my alma mater is now entering a trollgaze phase.

I guess I shouldn’t be too shocked that student politics at my alma mater is now entering a trollgaze phase.

"'Ronald Regan Era' made being an 80’s baby not so bad."

Huh.

Can’t detour when you’re at war with your city, why run for it?
Just ride with me, just die with me, that gun store
Right there, when you fight, don’t fight fair cause you’ll never win, yeah 

Is there a less problematic way of saying that something is the “whitest thing ever” because I want to say that the DowntonAbbeyonce Tumblr is the whitest thing ever without feeling icky about it.

Do I confront the guy who, for the past while, has been trying to stir shit up with me on Facebook and Twitter, or do I ignore him like I’ve been doing?