Bitch on the Blog

October 30, 2013

Speakers’ corner

Filed under: Errors — bitchontheblog @ 15:40
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Sweethearts, am close to retreating into my shell. Press freedom?  Sure.

Freedom to speak? Give me a break.

Left minor, and I mean minor, criticism (could have phrased it far more sharply) addressing a columnist in one of our major broadsheets (recent addition to their stable). They call it moderation. Insert me snorting. Moderation? Gagging more like it.

Am hugely annoyed. Not because my witty words of wisdom were erased by people – most likely – less educated.. But because I hold the press in huge esteem. Yet, what do you know. Freedom? Yes, press freedom. One law for you, another for the reader turned commentator. Normally I let things rest. This one? They’ll have another thing coming. And that’s a promise.

U

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14 Comments »

  1. Daughter and I were discussing such censorship this morning. Moderation my arse. She had been gagged on Twitter, long story BUT because she is so vocal she has also had her life threatened. And her platform is about equal rights. Yeah, we’re still fighting. and regressing so fast it’s making our heads spin.

    XO
    WWW

    Comment by wisewebwoman — October 30, 2013 @ 17:56 | Reply

    • Your daughter’s “life threatened”? It’s usually the last resort of those who have nothing to say in reasoned (verbal) exchange.

      I am not twenty any longer though just about still fit enough to climb barricades. However, and it is such a pity and why I am beginning to be displeased with myself: As time wears on I increasingly ask myself What’s the point writing your heart out? Arguing a case. Trying not so much to swing anything but making people THINK, reflect on knee jerk reaction. Ask questions. Even if there is no answer. Or at least not a ready off the shelf one.

      We now live in times of such convoluted (guilty as charged) expenditure of sound bites, half baked tit bits I sometimes think I’d rather invest myself in tidying my own back yard than waste time on the rest of the world. Not of course that I’d ever evade discussion. Particularly when youngsters in my vicinity do engage. And there are plenty of those. I hope I drop the odd morsel for them, though think they are more than anything an education, an eye opener, to me.

      I hope I won’t let my post’s outrage drop through sheer fatigue (ennui) with it all.

      Wishing you and your daughter well with your own causes,
      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — October 30, 2013 @ 18:37 | Reply

  2. I think it was Thoreau who said “Simplify, Simplify, Simplify”. Anyway I’m trying. I can’t have my racing mind keeping me awake. And I’m trying to keep my mouth shut & opinions to myself. It’s hard. But it causes discussions/ arguments/ bad feelings. Trouble, complications . Not following my new motto simplify, simplify, simplify.

    Comment by bikehikebabe66 — October 30, 2013 @ 19:53 | Reply

    • I don’t have a blog called “I’m Right” for nothing. I’m a ONE on Enneagram. The main trait is we think we are RIGHT & get upset when when People (husband–which he does every chance) disagree.

      Comment by bikehikebabe66 — October 30, 2013 @ 20:22 | Reply

  3. It always tickles me, Ursula
    That I can write a long blog full of witty comments and observations and I get 12 comments
    And I can write a pile of shit about a cabbage and get 60

    Don’t go anywhere x

    Comment by John — October 30, 2013 @ 22:33 | Reply

    • John, you never write “a pile of shit”. Even if you published five hundred words on horse manure your readers would still swear their undying love for you. And your wish (or is it a curse) is my command: I won’t go anywhere. Pass me a tissue.

      Which reminds me, talking of (un)dying: I note your continuing efforts to be mother hen to Tom’s recklessness and his toe. Naturally, as is our relationship, I gave him sarcasm and no sympathy whatsoever. That toe is something else. It has assumed a life all of its own, drawing the crowds. Has the man no shame? Never mind his pain – HOW am I going to erase those pictures in my mind? Guess, you have seen it all in a day’s work. Not that it seems to have hardened you against other people’s miseries. I may have related this before: I was shocked at the detachment of the mother of one of my son’s childhood friends. She was a social worker. At the time slightly higher up the ranks than doing the actual dirty work. Cold as ice. Couldn’t believe it.

      Before I drift off on some other narrative, keeping you from walking the dogs, I bid you good day,

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — October 31, 2013 @ 09:45 | Reply

  4. I can’t wait!

    Comment by Rummuser — October 31, 2013 @ 07:47 | Reply

    • Nothing to wait for, Ramana. I re-read my comment this morning, immersed myself in the paper’s comments policy and, yes, if you want to apply it to the letter it might have come across as a ‘personal’ attack. Except it wasn’t. I have nothing but respect for the writer. I commented on the content of her article, not on her. To give her her due she’d have probably let stand what I wrote. Still, moderators need to justify their existence and do what they do: Moderate. In many ways an ideal job for me. Except that I’d be fired five minutes in for leaving critical comments in and deleting the empty and vacuous.

      The truly funny part that after my comment went live (for about fifteen minutes) other people started piping up. Not being quite so deferential than those who went before me. And no, none of them got deleted. Not quite sure where to go from here. Anyway: Is it worth it? What I find disheartening that we don’t seem to be encouraged to engage in vigorous debate. Nothing to do with the personal, all to do with exchange of ideas, voicing a different slant on an idea.

      Sigh,
      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — October 31, 2013 @ 10:13 | Reply

  5. A lot of people request a certain style of commenting and expect only polite discourse. Even the most minor criticism can come across sharply when the tone of one’s voice isn’t picked up through the words – just black and white against the digital screen. You shouldn’t take it so seriously. Just don’t return to those sites if you feel your comments weren’t respected.

    Comment by reneejohnsonwrites — October 31, 2013 @ 11:54 | Reply

  6. Hah. It’s their loss. The cheek of them.

    Comment by Maria — November 1, 2013 @ 08:34 | Reply

  7. Can’t wait, but I need more detail to make it as riveting as it no doubt deserves to be.
    I like things fleshed out rather than hinted at. Call me stupid, or demanding, or anything you like.

    Comment by friko — November 2, 2013 @ 18:50 | Reply

  8. I’m like Zoro, I come, make my mark, and leave, rarely returning to the scene of the crime. Hence, I have no idea if my “mark” or comment remains or has been scrubbed like some unwanted, but colorful, graffiti. As for me, I’ve never erased a comment. Not on purpose, at least… So how do you know if your comment has been deleted. Does someone notify you, “Hey, Mr./Ms. You’ve-Got-To-Be-Kidding, Your comment, dated XX/XX/XX posted on the fine YYYYY blog was deleted due to one or more inappropriate/offensive/incomprehensible/grammatically incorrect/emoticonally bereft/stupid statements.” 😉 🙂

    Comment by Lorna's Voice — November 4, 2013 @ 18:31 | Reply

    • We are talking NATIONAL NEWSPAPER here. Not some private blog. Naturally, one does go back to check on feedback. And yes, to answer your question, I was deleted because the moderators deemed me not within their guidelines. To add insult to shame they will let your name stand and inform the rest of their commentators that you were out of order. The irony, because no one can see what was written no one is in a position to verify this. No one can agree or disagree with either me (the commentator) or the moderator. Doesn’t matter. Yet it does [matter]. Will leave politics out of it.

      Funny thing is, and it is ludicrously funny, that the author of the article I was critical about ignited some other paper’s columnist’s wrath (a day or so later). Wrath – so I thought – rather funny if sarky. The author’s resultant answer was VICIOUS. Sadly, petty too. Think table tennis. The shit that has been flying round various papers since is like a steaming cow pat to my little fly dropping.

      Moral of the story? You tell me. I’d say: Become a columnist. That way you will not only be paid to say outrageous things, be encouraged by your editor to say outrageous things, outrage a rival paper, whilst leaving a reader [that’s me] trailing.

      U

      Comment by bitchontheblog — November 4, 2013 @ 19:18 | Reply

      • Well, that’s an entirely different ball of shizzle. The nerve! Perhaps you could write another letter about being censored, or do they have a rule about that, too? Maybe you could write to the rival paper about being censored. I bet they would print it (as long as they weren’t the ones doing the censoring)!

        Comment by Lorna's Voice — November 4, 2013 @ 19:32 | Reply


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