A friend was concerned. â€œYou donâ€™t write much about local media any more. Is it getting better or are you just losing interest?â€
Well, neither. Itâ€™s certainly getting different, but not better â€” and yes Iâ€™m still interested. The truth is that work consumes more of my brain capacity now, unlike in the Albany Eye days. Idle hands, idle hands.
But now and then, oh boy:
That headline is a masterpiece of poor taste, and it is funny at first â€” until you read the story. The jarring contrast between the jokey headline and the brutality of the crime is stunning. But maybe it was OK. After all, these were just a bunch of roughneck laborers from out of town, living in a cheap hotel. They arenâ€™t like us, are they?
Oh, one more thing. Earlier in the day I read a story in the Times Union about a lawsuit brought by a man whoâ€™d been hit in the balls with a golf club. Before you ask, â€œWhat club does one use for that shot,â€ you should know that the guy lost a testicle. The reporter was less restrained, and wondered if the case, â€œmight keep the judges from looking forward to golf season anytime soon.â€
By the way, both of these stories were written by Robert Gavin, who covers law and the courts. I guess heâ€™s the Paul Grondahl of crotch stories.
So local media? Maybe not better, certainly different, always interesting.
2 thoughts on “A Sensitive Area”
Times Union: setting standards for “low blows”
I think we all laugh at dick jokes or when somebody gets hit in the nads — those are comedy staples. But is it unreasonable to think that the local newspaper, the one that insists on being taken so seriously, should have a slightly higher standard? We all have urges we can’t control, and the Times Union is no different. When they feel a dick joke coming on, they should stop and ask, what would the New York Times do?