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Why the Guardian is going down the pan!

This BAE and Saudi defence procurement scandal that so exercises the Guardian is very yawnsome. Everyone knows that is how things work when petrostates buy vanity aircraft, and why should anyone care?
 
I thought the previous fashion editor was vacuous. This one though

She’s “styling editor”, not to be confused with the associate editor (fashion), or the acting fashion and lifestyle editor, or the deputy fashion and lifestyle editor, all of whom have bylines in that section today. The nomenclature politics of Kings Place are vicious because the stakes are so low.
 
The Guardian has recently, like a number of sections of the media, discovered the significance of the Miners strike. However, this was theirappalling editorial that they thought was necessary to provide 'balance' to an article by Arthur Scargill some 15 years ago.

 
The Guardian has recently, like a number of sections of the media, discovered the significance of the Miners strike. However, this was theirappalling editorial that they thought was necessary to provide 'balance' to an article by Arthur Scargill some 15 years ago.


Alan Rusbridger was still the editor then. Really qualified to understand such matters, that guy.

Rusbridger was born in Lusaka, Northern Rhodesia, a British protectorate (now Zambia).[2] He is the son of B. E. (née Wickham) and G. H. Rusbridger, the director of education of Northern Rhodesia. When Rusbridger was five, the family returned to Britain[2] and he was educated at Lanesborough Prep School, Guildford, where he was also a chorister at Guildford Cathedral, and Cranleigh School, a boys' public (independent and fee-paying) school in Surrey. At Magdalene College, Cambridge, he read English Literature. During the vacations of his first two years at university, he worked for the Cambridge Evening News as an intern, and accepted a job offer from the newspaper after graduation.

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The thing I find objectionable about the Guardian is its hypocrisy. For all its bleating about social justice, fairness etc, it's the only national newspaper I'm aware of that 'lays off' its freelance staff after 10 months and then rehires them. Some kind of employment law dodge I'd imagine.
 
Freelance staff is something of an oxymoron. Very different beasts in newspaper land.

Their situation with interns is a bit iffy. That may be what you are thinking of?
 
Ftfy.

You seem really anti-union (not just here, but in other comments you've made too), Silas Loom. Why is that?

I’m not going to have that conversation. I was tricked into it a week ago by someone who introduced seven-year old union-related beef into a completely different topic, and I ended up close to flouncing again.

On this occasion, I was trying to account for GNM’s behaviour, in neutral terms, based on some knowledge of they go about these things.
 
I’m not going to have that conversation.
Why would you not have that conversation? :confused:

I was tricked into it a week ago by someone who introduced seven-year old union-related beef into a completely different topic, and I ended up close to flouncing.
I don't think that's what happened really? If you make comments about something, it's fair enough for you to be picked up on those comments?
On this occasion, I was trying to account for GNM’s behaviour, in neutral terms, based on some knowledge of they go about these things.
Your remark wasn't neutral though, was it?
 
Philippa Perry is a trained psychotherapist n all that, and certainly had years of experience giving people relationship. I’m sure she is wiser than me about how people relate to each other. I never know how to advise anyone. BUT….
…..why do I always read these columns with a degree of mistrust and alarm? Why do I even read them? Are the correspondents and situations even real? It seems unlikely someone would write in to a newspaper for totally unguaranteed free advice and hope for a response.
This week she is quite shameless about flogging her book, but there’s also something else that’s ringing so many alarms in my head. Is it just me? Is it cos she said some stupid ignorant things about ADHD recently while trying to flog another book? Is it just inverse snobbery at celebrity couples and a contrarian aversion to people deemed to be national treasures?
Or is she just a massive chancer and everyone else sees it too?
I feel bad about thinking all of those things when she’s ostensibly trying to help someone who’s been hurt badly by her own parent navigate her way out of toxicity.
Is she though? Is her advice even good? There’s not really much of it and it’s all very equivocal, which reads like arse-covering.
My instincts would err towards the ‘get out now - it’s too late, cut her off to avoid further damage’, but how can anyone give advice to strangers about anything personal when they don’t know the whole story? This stupid column has taken up way too much space in my head at the beginning of a day of leisure, so allow me to burden you all with it and spread the ill-feeling and misanthropy even further. You’re welcome.
 
Philippa Perry is a trained psychotherapist n all that, and certainly had years of experience giving people relationship. I’m sure she is wiser than me about how people relate to each other. I never know how to advise anyone. BUT….
…..why do I always read these columns with a degree of mistrust and alarm? Why do I even read them? Are the correspondents and situations even real? It seems unlikely someone would write in to a newspaper for totally unguaranteed free advice and hope for a response.
This week she is quite shameless about flogging her book, but there’s also something else that’s ringing so many alarms in my head. Is it just me? Is it cos she said some stupid ignorant things about ADHD recently while trying to flog another book? Is it just inverse snobbery at celebrity couples and a contrarian aversion to people deemed to be national treasures?
Or is she just a massive chancer and everyone else sees it too?
I feel bad about thinking all of those things when she’s ostensibly trying to help someone who’s been hurt badly by her own parent navigate her way out of toxicity.
Is she though? Is her advice even good? There’s not really much of it and it’s all very equivocal, which reads like arse-covering.
My instincts would err towards the ‘get out now - it’s too late, cut her off to avoid further damage’, but how can anyone give advice to strangers about anything personal when they don’t know the whole story? This stupid column has taken up way too much space in my head at the beginning of a day of leisure, so allow me to burden you all with it and spread the ill-feeling and misanthropy even further. You’re welcome.

It’s just traditional agony aunt journalism, which has always relied on fakery and invention, reimagined with a veneer of psychotherapeutic respectability. A bit like the way Derren Brown claims that his end-of-the-pier tricks are based on NLP.

Can see why it annoys you, and it’s a shame that the Guardian doesn’t allow one to block tranches of content, as one can do here with Gaza and Dulwich Hamlet.
 
It’s my own fault for habitually checking the papers online throughout a nice day off when I’m supposed to be indulging in leisure and pleasure.
There’s always going to be something that turns me into The Hulk.
Will go now and do something that chills and pleases me. Now that’s good advice!
The day is still young and salvageable and I have a nice project to get to work on - organising my chaotic collection of recipes into colour coded wallets in lever arch files.
I should get the Guardian to pay me for 600 words on the pleasures of filing things that aren’t work.
I’m coming for you, Chiles. Move over. I’ll do it for a fraction of your fee, undercutting you with my worthless stream of banalities. Move over Perry too. I can merge both features and nothing of value will be lost.
 
It’s my own fault for habitually checking the papers online throughout a nice day off when I’m supposed to be indulging in leisure and pleasure.
There’s always going to be something that turns me into The Hulk.
Will go now and do something that chills and pleases me. Now that’s good advice!
The day is still young and salvageable and I have a nice project to get to work on - organising my chaotic collection of recipes into colour coded wallets in lever arch files.
I should get the Guardian to pay me for 600 words on the pleasures of filing things that aren’t work.
I’m coming for you, Chiles. Move over. I’ll do it for a fraction of your fee, undercutting you with my worthless stream of banalities. Move over Perry too. I can merge both features and nothing of value will be lost.
I could save even more money and stick a recipe in the column too.
 
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