Dear Media, Please Stop Tracking The Lives of Disgraced Predators
The last couple of months have been epidemically intolerable as we navigate the torrential currents of testimonies from accusers who are stepping into the blinding spotlight to reveal the painful experiences they’ve suffered at the hands of their high-profile accusers.
As with all things that become the “trend of the moment” — it starts off with observers like me feeling god-awful for the victims to the point that it triggers our suddenly fragile disposition as we are forced to contend with our own murky past.
If you’re like me — you’ve probably contemplated sharing your own story as a way to show support or prove the unfortunate truth of how widespread the practice of sexual harassment and abuse really is — but then the lines are blurred and there is no real distinction in place. You find yourself questioning what the fuck really happened to you and whether or not it syncs with the countless stories that are honestly too challenging to keep up with.
It’s a harrowing journey to embark on against your will and for some reason the reality of being subjected to strong language and graphic content on a daily basis from every outlet imaginable — doesn’t seem to resonate with those who are charged with the honor of delivering information in a dignified and reasonable manner.
What is happening at the moment — in this charged up climate with Rated R material being strewn all over the place like poisoned confetti is reprehensible not to mention tragically irresponsible.
Watching the news cycle gleefully churn out the latest confessional with fake journalistic authority is disgustingly vile and definitely rivals the mind-altering details that do very little to settle the onset of a queasy stomach after a hearty dinner.
What is even more infuriating is how the laundry of events take on a life form of their own as the disgraced predators become victims of tracking devices instituted by the media that can’t get enough of the volume of shit that keeps piling up — to the delight of editors and producers.
Take for instance the latest celebrity to be knocked off his high horse —former NBC staple Matt Lauer.
Lauer, who was recently abruptly fired from his highly-visible gig at The Today Show — is still enjoying a level of visibility that is quite frankly mind-boggling and frightfully insulting — not just to the collection of women he damaged — but also to those of us who are trying not to suffocate under the stress of managing the avalanche of updates that filter in with rapid intensity.
Since Lauer’s dramatic exit — we’ve been hit with the following updates — and bear in mind that there are plenty more to come:
I could post a heck of a lot more, but I don’t have the time or energy — besides I’m sure you get the point — whether you agree or not.
Dear media, please stop tracking the lives of disgraced predators!
Please utilize your time wisely and get back to the basics of why you’re installed in the perfect chaos of newsrooms and stop feeding the “vulture culture” that has replaced the once honorable vocation of journalism.
There’s no tangible reason why any of us need to be informed about Lauer’s personal assets or investments — neither do we need to gaze upon the very first photo of him — outside his sprawling Hamptons estate as he meets with his high-powered lawyer who is working ever so hard to guarantee his $30 million payout.
We can do without his cooky ex-wife’s assessment of a man that has been proven guilty of charges that are appallingly gross enough to have him jailed.
Stop celebrating the societal demise of privileged men with the desperation of gourmet clickbaits that are delivered on spicy platters that leave palettes sore with numbness and pure exhaustion.
It’s abundantly clear that we’ve evolved into red-blooded bots that deserve to be replaced with the real thing — but until that happens — perhaps we can find a way to re-program ourselves back to original settings for the betterment of the population that feels exactly the way I do.
We can start by adhering to the rules that follow any citizen that has been excommunicated for rampant lawlessness — we pretend they don’t exist by leaving them alone — so that the rest of us can breathe again!
That’s honestly the human thing to do.