The other day I received an email or three from a Paragon of Media Professionalism (POMP) who is paid by the Herald on Sunday. ¬†I was being asked to lift my game. ¬†Now that I was “one of them”, you see.
I’m still mulling over publishing the full conversation to the blog.
However, the central message was for me to start acting more professionally. ¬†I think the point was ¬†not to make things personal and to raise my standards. ¬†Like them, I guess?
Here’s a reality check for the POMP: ¬†
When your own Facebook page deliberately sets out to signal its feelings about the Prime Minister by using an unflattering/embarrassing¬†photo in its masthead, and does not balance that in any way, then I’m not so sure the POMP can speak from the level of experienced authority and the implied respect he thinks he deserves.
I think the real problem here is that the MSM haven’t admitted to themselves that they are playing in my grubby, dirty little sandbox. ¬†The business cards and salary hitting the bank account gives them the mistaken idea they’ve got a respectable job.
No you don’t. ¬†You peddle grief, you make fun of people, you dumpster dive among the waste of human detritus, and you do anything it takes to fill that bloody awful empty space every day. ¬†With anything at all. ¬†You are part of the race to capture the lowest common denominator in the name of Profit.
Once you stop being in denial about that, POMP, feel free to lecture me again on how I should lift my game.