When did CNN become irrelevant?

by Susan Getgood on April 21, 2013 · 0 comments

in Boston,Journalism

CNN, once the definition of broadcast news quality, has become irrelevant. If you didn’t already think so, the network did a bang-up job proving it this week with its coverage of the Boston Marathon bombings, which at times matched the standard of reporting of that bastion of yellow journalismThe New York Post.

I’ll let Jon Stewart explain CNN’s latest gaffe: 

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And this is just the latest example. CNN’s news fails are a staple of Stewart’s material. Here’s another clip for your viewing enjoyment:

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CNN pioneered the 24-hour news cycle. Its tenacious, determined coverage of the 1989 Tienanmen Square occupation and military crackdown was a seminal moment for the young network and literally redefined the news. I was in Hong Kong at the time, and remember being glued to the television watching the CNN reports from Beijing. CNN literally had the story before anyone else — even the US government.

How did this once shining star become the punchline?

It is tempting to blame social media and the rise of the “citizen journalist,” and there is some truth to the assertion. All CNN’s vaunted “boots on the ground” aren’t worth nearly as much as they used to be, when anyone with a smartphone can be a reporter.  You don’t have to look much further than the 2011 Egyptian uprisings to understand just how powerful first-person reporting has become.

But untrained “citizen reporters” gathering their news from police scanners and eyewitness accounts get it wrong just as often as they get it right. Terribly wrong, as was shown this week by the Reddit community’s erroneous identification of someone as a suspect in the Boston bombings.

CNN hasn’t become irrelevant because we have become reporters. CNN is increasingly irrelevant because it has stopped practicing responsible journalism. In the rush to be first, it seems to have forgotten how important it is to be correct (h/t a Facebook friend whose name I don’t recall for this turn of phrase). Its reporting isn’t that much better than that of the man or woman on the street. And that’s a shame.

I expect Fox to get it wrong more than it gets it right because of the inherent political bias of the network. There’s a reason why we call it the Faux News network…

But I used to want more, expect more from CNN. I don’t anymore. It’s not quite Bullshit Mountain (Jon Stewart’s favorite name for Fox) but it’s not the news I need.

I want the news outlets I follow to be responsible journalists. To accurately report the news — the narrative of what has happened — and to provide the objective analysis and context for the news. So, I didn’t watch CNN on Friday as I followed the events in Boston. 

I wanted careful, objective reporting without invective, speculation or rumor-mongering.  I turned to local Boston TV and radio, periodically checking in on WCVB-TV’s live feed on the Internet, and listening to WBUR, Boston’s NPR affiliate. And when my friends on Facebook and Twitter complained about CNN, I advised them to step away from the TV and “go local” with me.

I’m actually quite sad that CNN — the news network that for years fed my news addiction — has become so irrelevant, and wish I could say that it will learn from the debacle of its Boston coverage. But I am not hopeful, if reports of CNN president Jeff Zucker’s congratulatory memo to staff are accurate.

With multiple sources reporting, I’m guessing they are.

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For Boston

by Susan Getgood on April 16, 2013 · 0 comments

in Boston,Douglas

I’ve lived in New England most of my life, and until three years ago, in a small Massachusetts town not far from the Boston Marathon starting line in Hopkinton. It’s impossible to live in Massachusetts, and especially in MetroWest and not know a few runners, both official and unofficial.

Now that we live in Connecticut, we are a little more removed from Marathon madness. Still, around 2:30 yesterday, I thought about going online to see who had won, but got wrapped up in something else. An hour later, my route to a meeting took me past the TV monitor in the lobby.

Stunned. Sad. Sorrow. For the victims. For Boston. For the Marathon tradition.

And selfishly relieved that my son wasn’t with his father in Massachusetts for spring break.

Rationally, I know there was no chance they would have been near the finish line. Even though my ex often goes to watch the Marathon, he goes to Hopkinton or Framingham.

But I can’t help but be grateful that I was spared even a moment of wondering.

And so sad and so sorry for all those affected – in any way, no matter how small it may seem. Sorrow has no rules. We only own our personal response. Not someone else’s.

So be kind today. To others, but also to yourself.

XOXO

More memories of Reva

by Susan Getgood on April 14, 2013 · 2 comments

in Dogs

Perhaps it’s true that it isn’t the duration of life, it’s the fullness. If that’s true, my dear sweet Reva wasn’t robbed, although it still feels that way every day. So I beg your indulgence while I share a few more memories.

She loved to watch TV. Especially other animals.

When she was getting attention, she made snorty sounds that we called “pig dog.”

We called her “Reva the Diva” but she was never truly a diva. She just loved… her people, life, snacks. The “pecking order” was of no interest.

As my brother often said, she was “differently brained.” About a week before she died when she was feeling pretty chipper, I was in the basement jogging on the treadmill, and my mom was folding laundry with Reva “helping” when she took it into her head to join me on the machine. We were both pretty surprised — she that it was moving and me that she did it.

She was a true earth dog. Vermin were the enemy. When she was about 2 years old, we went to a Scottie club event where they introduced earth dog training. Basically, a “tunnel” at the end of which were the rats. Reva figured out very quickly where the rats were, and decided there was no need to go through the tunnel when she could just run around it.

At home, she was always looking for the mice, and when we walked along the shore, she walked at the very edge of the walk along the rocks, making us nervous that she might just jump down the rocks after something. The other two were never so focused, but the week after she died, we took Cash and Penny to the shore for a walk, and they both were “edge walkers,” perhaps in tribute to Reva.

Sometimes as I am waking up in the morning, I forget that she is gone. I have lost animals before, and loved and missed them all. But this is by far the worst, and I thank you for all your kindness — in my comments, on Facebook and in person. Your support means everything.

I miss her so much.

Lean In and Hustle

by Susan Getgood on April 12, 2013 · 0 comments

in Feminism,TV/Film

Now that I have read Sheryl Sandberg’s Lean In, I can simply say that I was disappointed. As I wrote earlier this year, I  had fairly low expectations of the book. I suppose if I measure my sentiment after reading to what I expected prior, my expectations were met. But not for the reasons I initially expected.

Here’s my bottom line:

While I found myself agreeing with many key points, and identified with some examples, her thesis still comes down to the idea that it is incumbent on women to make changes in their behavior to unlock the executive suite. While I don’t disagree that we are all personally responsible for our own success, I do believe there are institutional barriers for women that men do not face. As long as we keep putting the onus  on the individual, we won’t address these barriers. We won’t make REAL progress.

What are these institutional barriers? Everything from modern business only gives lip service to the family, and still tends to evaluate female employees in the context of potential parent, to traditional “masculine” values and management styles are more highly prized than the feminine.

I was disappointed because numerous times in the book, Sandberg seemed to almost get there — to ascribe some responsibility to the infrastructure, but then she pulled back to the personal responsibility.

Ultimately though, the larger disappointment was that the book ended up being a $15 commercial for her Lean In Circles.

I read it on my Kindle, and at about 66%, I had to put it down for a few days, figuring to save the last third for a time when I could sit and read it through. Imagine my disappointment when I went back to it, to read about three additional pages, and a plug for the Lean In Circles, followed by the longest acknowledgement section I have ever read.

So, I didn’t hate the book, but I kinda want my $15 and the couple hours I spent reading it back. I felt conned.

Speaking of the con, my latest guilty pleasure is the UK drama Hustle. It ran for eight 6-episode seasons, ending in 2012, but we just discovered it this year. The protagonists are con artists, and not in the  Robin Hood “give to the poor” genre that the US flavor of this concept has (Leverage.) In Hustle, while the marks are clearly bad greedy fools who deserve to lose their money, our heroes definitely keep the money for themselves.

And you root for them, every time.

The actors are all excellent, but I do have to single out Robert Glenister as Ash Morgan and Adrian Lester as “Mickey Bricks.” Lester was not in season 4 which was by far the weakest. It was also great to see Robert Vaughn — in his 70s — having such fun with a role.

Seasons 1-4 are available on DVD in the US, but you can find the others on the BBC’s YouTube channel. Here’s episode 1, season 1: The Con Is On.

Trust me. The mark gets ripped off in Hustle, but you don’t!

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To Reva

by Susan Getgood on March 30, 2013 · 4 comments

in Dogs

Ch. Blueberry's Best Served Cold, 6/20/04-3/27/13

Our sweet girl Reva (Ch. Blueberry’s Best Served Cold) passed away peacefully late Wednesday night.

She had two really great weeks from when we learned she had cancer — happy, playing in the yard with our other two dogs, getting spoiled rotten.

And then Wednesday when I got home from work, as soon as I saw her, I knew she had had a bad day. She’d seemed fine in the morning but as the day went on, she had trouble breathing; my brother had already made an appointment at the vet for the following day.

I couldn’t sleep though, so was watching TV in the family room, very near to where she was asleep in her crate. Around 11 pm or so, she yelped, so I picked her up and we sat peacefully together for 20, maybe 30 minutes as I stroked her. Then she had a couple mild convulsions and was gone.

I will miss her terribly for the rest of my life, but am so grateful that she did not suffer terribly and that I was with her at the end, in our home not in the scary vet’s office.

It is always too soon when a pet dies, and here, doubly so as she was only 8.5 years old. Far too young.

Her mother lived to nearly 14, so I thought I had years left with her. And while I try to treat all my animals equally, Reva was special for me. So special. It has taken me nearly 3 days to be able to write this post because you can’t type when you are bawling.

Let me tell you about Reva. So you will know how special she was too.

For the first year of her life, she lived partly with us but mostly with my co-owner who showed her to her championship in June 2005. Then she came to stay with me full-time, but the intention was that we would place her with a family.

Reva, however, was having none of that. She wanted to stay, and wormed her way indelibly into my heart. She became my dog.

She was obsessed with light and shadows. She would stare at a patch of sunlight for hours. And the laser pointer? The laser pointer was the only toy she really loved.

She loved to eat ice cubes.

When we did obedience, she was fine with sit, down and heel but the concept of sit-stay was a non-starter. “You want me to do WHAT as  you walk away?”

When she was happy and getting attention, she made these snorty sounds that we came to call “pig-dog.”

Reva with her puppies June 2007

She was a terrific mum. Although she wasn’t too thrilled with anyone but me handling her puppies.

When she was a puppy she nibbled through the drywall in the dog room in our old house. Who knows why? She was a very mouthy bitch all her life. She would talk to you. Long stories :-)

 Loved to chase feet. Mine in particular, although since we consolidated households with my mother and brother last Spring, Mum experienced the “Reva Nibble” quite a lot as well. 

Once when she was very young, I apparently wasn’t getting the food down fast enough so she jumped up and nipped me on the ass, a story that my son LOVES to retell. 

When she was about 8 months old, her half sister Carly (GCH Blueberry’s Attitude Dancing) won the breed at Westminster, and my co-owner and I were interviewed by the local paper and New England Cable News. Since Carly was still out showing with her handler, Reva was the “demo dog” and appeared on TV and in the paper.

Cash (left), Reva (right)

For the past five years, Reva and her son Cash have been nearly inseparable  except for the few months when Cash (Ch. Blueberry’s Cold Cash) was with our handler. I am sure he misses her as much as we do.

There is a Reva shaped hole in our hearts.

Love you Reva. Always.

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