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I'd never heard of Ms Penny until today. From the few of her articles that I've read you are correct in saying her work is uninspiring & derivative. She's boring &, more importantly, naive, even for a 26 year old.

I find it dispiriting such an untalented person gets so much attention. Her efforts so far deserve only to be ignored. She should be left alone for a decade or so to give herself an opportunity to acquire some fundamental learning.

Obviously, in all likelihood, she won't take advantage of this opportunity: she strikes me as shallow, needy, self-loathing (not narcissistic), insecure; she has found a little fame, is greatly gladdened by this, & will do what she has to do to stay in the weak limelight shining upon her.

It doesn't surprise me she found release in anorexia, & I'm sure that is just one episode of 'failing' in her life so far & in her life to come. She will probably pen more than one volume of misery memoir - let's just hope Martin Smith doesn't make an appearance. It would not surprise me if in these memoirs she were to write of having been a prostitute - partly out of undertaking fieldwork for some articles, partly out of a way to cope with her insecurity, her need to be liked, & her self-loathing.

How do I loathe thee? Let me count the ways. I loathe thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal hate. I loathe thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I loathe thee freely, as men strive for right. I loathe thee purely, as they turn from praise. I loathe thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I loathe thee with a loathing I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I loathe thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after thou steppest feet first, alive and fully conscious, into an industrial meat grinder.

(With apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning).

Or, alternatively, fuck off out of here you miserable little cunt and take your foulness with you.
 
Was SBT banned for the content of their posts or for being a returner/second identity?

Isn't one of the rules here, "don't be a cock"?

I have no problem with right wingers posting here - see Sas - but SBT was a cock with it. Reckon he was a returner myself. Wind up artist.

Seems a bit harsh being banned thgough.
 
The guy hosting that radio programme is Aaron Peters:

A similar view comes from Aaron Peters, 26, a former member of David Miliband’s Labour leadership campaign team with a tendency to pull an Incredible Hulk act when out on protests. “Parliamentary politics is basically over – it’s dead,” he says.

http://www.newstatesman.com/uk-politics/2011/01/student-protesters-young

He's the guy who described himself as a:
"dissent entrepeneur"

Aaron Peters said:
After all, one only has to go on Twitter to see that #solidarity is trending. The mood music is decisively shifting left and the tools of the information age and Net 2.0 mean even the little guy on the street can really turn up the volume.
Is #solidarity really trending? Can the little guy really do that?

Some posters have attacked me for pointing out LP's family lived in Lewes (something she has mentioned on twitter), that some of her associates (not blood relations) in America are businesspeople catering to the alternative crowd (something again visible from twitter, the links are there if you use twit-tunnel) and linking to her instagram account (something she popularised on twitter).

Re-posting what she has already posted has been declared "creepy" and "stalky". I understand now what the problem is, in that although I have never actually seen LP and simply reposted what she posted elsewhere, that re-posting itself might encourage the kind of vile dribble above.
So again, let's play the ball not the player - asking questions and pointing out the hypocrisies only, and not use sexism and able-ism against her as a target, because that will only backfire and weaken "the movement".

For some others LP being 26 and having once had but is completely cured from a mental illness (as explained in her own journalist output) means a need to shift to softer-left figures. There's a danger of ex-sufferers becoming ongoing sufferers for ever with this approach, but nonetheless - Sunny Hundal.

The only sensible thing you can say about him is 'Down with Sunny Hundal' All of him: his 'New Britishness'!' - his 'citizenship on the say-so of Miliband', his Indian unitarism 'certain Indian states have a problem' , his Fabianism, his vote Tory for civil liberties advice in 2008 (now deleted off the internet - smarter than LP when it comes to online history), his Obama-ism, his publicly telling off UK Uncut for doing a protest outside a coalition MP's home (MP's family wasn't in) for being like stalkers - ie "stalky". He has nothing - he is nothing.

Perhaps the thread could be named into something more sensible not about the figures by name, but about the process.

On "stalky", this write-up of student protests in 2011 going on about how one student is the real organiser doing it all, could be understood in sinister terms:

“People died at the Brixton riots in 1981,” Ben mutters. “People might die today. We all know what’s at stake.” There is a resolved silence as they pad their jackets with protective cardboard and scribble lawyers’ numbers on their arms. Peters calls for silence as Techie Sam puts a YouTube clip on the projector. A well-known actor’s voice floods the hall, reciting from Henry V: “We few, we happy few, we band of We stand until we’re forced to the ground, crushed under a heap of bodies brothers;/ For he to-day that sheds his blood with me/ Shall be my brother . . .” Ten hours later, many of these same teenagers will stagger back from the protest with blood running down their faces. “Whatever happens now, everything has changed,” 23-year-old Sarah tells me as we walk to the march assembly point. “We’ve changed. Politics is the main topic of conversation. Demanding our rights has became normal.” In the occupied college building, education is not a commodity, but an intimate weapon of social change, and Sarah seems to understand that better than anyone else. She grew up on a working farm in South Wales; she wears sensible fleeces and non-designer spectacles. Only gradually, after spending time with the occupiers, do you realise that it is this soft-spoken geography student, not the more dramatic male activists, who is running the show, organising the meetings, making sure the younger ones are listened to.


Isn't it creepy to do this to people?
Ben Beach is the Justin Bieber of the new left: a baby-faced riot messiah from Bethnal Green in east London with a tendency to hog the megaphone at demonstrations.

Or to have serious pieces illustrated with photography like this? Obviously staged, obviously trying to make the students appear like clowns. Note I'm not saying that this is LP's intention unlike a right-wing hatchet job.

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with particularly obtuse strap lines

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Here's Nick Lezard explaining a few things:


Nick Lezard on 'How to be a Literary Critic' said:
When I graduated, I was either overqualified or underqualified for jobs. When I did finally get a job it was with a publisher called the Folio Society, which meant I was basically writing blurbs for books which were either classic or interesting or both, so I did most of the reading I should have done at university. I sent something off on spec. to the Spectator. It was a review of a novel by Elmore Leonard, which hadn’t appeared in print in the UK and was sent to me by an American friend. The Spectator’s Literary Editor had a reputation for allowing more maverick opinion into its pages than its rival, the New Statesman, which I now currently write for. They ran it and slowly, slowly, I built up a portfolio of stuff and got a few cuttings. Getting to know people doesn’t hurt. A new newspaper started called the Sunday Correspondent and its Literary Editor was an old tutor of mine. It wasn’t quite nepotism because he thought I was lazy and useless. However, I think he knew that I liked criticism so I did a weekly paperback round-up column for them, which was quite fun. So a certain amount of luck is involved. But if you do something that’s good enough then people will take notice. I started writing about all sorts of things. It was a good time really because there was a lot more of a market for that sort of thing. Articles were longer. The Independent was a broadsheet and so was the Sunday Correspondent. I tended to like writing about the wanky stuff like spending a day at Rough Trade records or going and seeing various punks, weirdos, freaks, ravers, people putting on illegal gigs and hanging out with them. That’s fun to do if you’ve the energy and the time to do it and the outlook, but really the outlook. I don’t know how difficult or easy that is now, I imagine it’s not getting any easier. There’s still an enormous amount of print out there but not all of it is being paid for.

It wasn't quite nepotism. So there you go. FULL MERITOCRATISM.
 
having read your whole post @sihhi, i think part of the issue here is that LP herself doesn't realise that that sort of photography and journalism makes activism look like a joke. she's bought into rebellion via politics but not theory, experience, critique. its an unexamined pose because she still has faith in journalism, the system, middle class solidarity. so she fetishises young activists and rebellious images - the activist as product - whilst trying to find an identity that fits her, desperately not wanting to be left out of the media circle-jerk or being one of the stail dull old lefties who are actually poor and have real jobs out of necessity and are booooring and probably monogamous too.
 
I've just noticed something, having looked through a bit of her 'archive'. Most of the people she's talking about are probably genuinely committed, skint and are indeed facing a bleak future. They were protesting from the heart, with no thought of fame, profit or notoriety. So why the fuck do I get the feeling that if I met them I'd want to smack them in the mouth?

That's what she's done. That's her crime. I've been skint, socialist and angry all my puff...and yet, when I read her take on a bunch of young, idealistic..admittedly middle class-but that's not actually a crime..protestors, fighting rampant inequality, I turn into a fuckin Mail reader. That's how bad she is. That's what she does. Her fuckin self-puffery, ignorance, arrogance and blatant tourism is toxic. She pollutes everything she writes about.
 
i need a subeditor. *advertises for intern*

WANTED: INTERN.

CRITERIA: Must be prepared to offer crash space at no notice, take the blame for anything and everything I want to palm off on someone else who lacks the profile to fight back, who can tolerate toxic levels of hubris, dishonesty, lack of integrity, naked self-promotion, automatic smearing of anyone who thinks differently to me and/or doesn't agree with me in my 'approved' fashion, who will mindlessly back me up on Twatter when I'm in deep shit (a regular gig, that), and will put up with all manner of self-pitying, narcissistic bullshit as and when I deem it useful.

Must be prepared to work for below minimum wage, preferably for free (great way to boost your own profile, especially if you've a desperate desire to be permanently known as the world's most incompetent sub-editor) and be a complete doormat on demand.

Strong stomach and iron-clad ignorance of how much you'll probably be fucking up your own career essential. Immediate start.
 
His old tutor thought he was "useless and lazy". Quite a fair judge of character, then. :)

More of Nick Lezard's tips on how to be a newspaper critic:
You can ignore the literary quality altogether and maybe go off on a sociological angle or bring in a bit of amateur psychoanalysis; what does this say about our society when something is so popular, or why is it so popular? You’ve got to know a bit about everything, basically. Means you’re never bored and you know lots of stuff and you’re never stuck for conversation at a party. Never have I felt the need to go on any course or anything. The whole idea fills me with contempt. Find the writer that makes you desperate to read the next sentence and try to pick that up through a kind of osmosis. Don’t necessarily try to ape but try to get the feel of that kind of thing. Look at the reviews that you like or the reviewers that you like or the writers that you like and then learn from that. Orwell’s essay-writing is very good. He didn’t have a degree. But then he was George Orwell. It’s possible that strategy would work now.

So we can learn going on courses is bad for literary critics - it dulls the authenticity.

But for freelancers of the comment variety, the Guardian has a weekend-long course for £300 on how to operate a blog:

Mark Jenkins is a Senior UX designer and blogger. He currently works for Shopcade, a social commerce app that provides a unique, relevant shopping experience. Throughout his career, Mark has worked at and with some fantastic companies including Time Out, Hilton International, The Virgin Group, Fallon London and HTPSE.
As the founder of a small UK blog collective, he runs UK Street Art and Friedmylittlebrain with group of 9 contributors. The two blogs have previously been named as the No.1 "UK Art Blog", No. 1 "UK Urban Lifestyle Blog" and No. 1 "Dance/DJ Blog" respectively.

Date: Saturday 23 and Sunday 24 February 2013
Times: 10am-5pm
Location: The Guardian, 90 York Way, King's Cross, London, N1 9GU
Price: £300 (inclusive of VAT, booking fees, lunch and refreshments)
Maximum class size: 16

A different 3-hour course from a former Guardian freelancer explains how to find ideas for £95:

http://www.journalism.co.uk/course-for-freelance-journalists-searching-for-ideas/s339/


Out of thin air: How to find hundreds of new ideas every day
An evening course to tell you how to come up with ideas worth pitching to commissioning editors

Course tutor: Ellie Levenson
Date: 14 March 2013
Time: 6.15-9.15pm
Venue: Friends Meeting House, Euston, NW1 2BJ
Number of places: 10 max
Cost: £95 (+ VAT)

When it comes to journalism, coming up with ideas should be the easy part, but many editors and journalists struggle to come up with fresh, relevant ideas day after day. This evening course looks at the many ways to find inspiration for new ideas, and how to work out which publication they might work best for.

By the end of the session the problem won't be not having enough ideas, but working out which ones of the many you should pitch, leaving you in an ideal position to make the most of the Christmas, summer and other holiday periods when staff journalists are away and opportunities for freelancers are plentiful.
 
Here's Nick Lezard explaining a few things:




It wasn't quite nepotism. So there you go. FULL MERITOCRATISM.

Haha! Wasn't quite nepotism :D

Reminds me of this classic from the Guardian, it's worth reading the whole article for a laugh!


Meet Max Gogarty - 19, from north London, spends his money on food, booze and skinny jeans, writes for Skins in his spare time. He's off to India and Thailand to have a good time, and you can join him in his weekly blog.

At the minute, I'm working in a restaurant with a bunch of lovely, funny people; writing a play; writing bits for Skins; spending any sort of money I earn on food and skinny jeans, and drinking my way to a financially blighted two-month trip to India and Thailand. Clichéd I know, but clichés are there for a reason.

I'm kinda shitting myself about travelling. Well not so much the travelling part. It's India that scares me. The heat, the roads, the snakes, Australian travellers. Don't get me wrong, I'm excited. But shitting myself. And I just know that when I step off that plane and into the maelstrom of Mumbai - well, actually, I don't know how I'll react.

I'm doing India on my own. I've options to meet up with people there, but for the most part, it'll be me and my backpack. I fly into Mumbai today, but will move down to Goa pretty sharpish and chill there for a few days - a nice, slow introduction hopefully laced with lots of swimming, sunbathing and partying. And then South India's pretty much my oyster - Kerala, Madurai, Bangalore, Cochin, Mysore ... Wherever. I'm free to roam. That's the beauty of doing it by myself.

http://www.guardian.co.uk/travel/blog/2008/feb/14/skinsblog

And this is the best bit, the wiki article on Nepotism. The only example of it existing in business.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nepotism

One-time Guardian contributor Max Gogarty has also been accused of taking advantage of family connections to achieve success disproportionate to his ability; his father, Paul Gogarty, is a frequent travel writer for the newspaper.
 
#Out of thin air: How to find hundreds of new ideas every day#

ie. how to come up with perspectives on the latest lifestyle pap or designer junk which appeal to worthy mc liberals.

If there's a black guy who works in the shop...make sure you mention how his ma came over from Guyana, worked 12 hour shifts wiping geriatric backsides amid appalling racism...and yet look at me now, flogging ethical raffia muesli-baskets in Cheltnam...chalk another little win to identity politics.

The woman who first thought up the idea of avocado vinegrette was a...er...woman...and 100 years ago, all vinegrette designers were men...and suffragettes and shit....yay Guardian's woman's page

And the fella who runs the make-your-own yurt courses did five years in his twenties...it was the decent screws..."the ones who listened to ya"...and the cultural studies tutor who turned him around...#RedemptivePowerOfLiberalism

Frankly the actual content doesn't matter...long as it's expressed in a knowing, feel-good, superior, roll-your-eyes-at-the-guache-lumpen-racist-majority manner.

This is why the Nick bloke gets the gig. With him, it's innate. He was just born a smug fuckin smartarse snob....except that he's obviously a marxist....theoretically...if you're "intelligent"enough to decode the louche irony.
 
http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2013/jan/09/dont-care-if-born-woman

The same with "intersectionality", the new buzzword. Though not that new: I know my bell hooks. It means we must understand our own privilege: the multiple oppressions of race, class, culture and sexuality. I speak as a white woman of privilege, though I was indeed born in the wrong body. It should have been Gisele Bündchen's.

Intersectionality is good in theory, though in practice, it means that no one can speak for anyone else. It is the dead-end where much queer politics, feminist politics and identity politics ends up. In its own rectum. It refuses to engage with many other political discourses and becomes the old hierarchy of oppression.

Is the correct answer Suzanne Moore.
 
It was nice to see someone using a platform to call shenanhigans on the whole dodgy practice.

Even if she is doing it because someone criticised her for using a brazilian transsexual as an example of the ideal female body.

At least she didn't criticise her detractors by invoking further privilege etc - just a clearish 'for fucks sake, focus on what matters'.
 
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