If you're looking for excellence in journalism, unbiased accounts, factual accuracy, and a dedication to keeping the masses informed and educated, I would probably not recommend the New York Post.
"Well," you must be saying, "what's so bad about it?" The Post is one step above a tabloid magazine, but instead of celebrities, it's actual real-world news. "So," you must also be saying, "how do they stay in business? Does anyone even read it?" Yes, a shit ton of people read it. It's good, old-fashion, sensational smut, like if the Weekly World News didn't entirely make up everything they wrote. It's fun to read. The headline is usually a horribly-wonderful pun or play-on-words. They editorialize stories with blatant disregard for journalistic integrity. They gossip, slander, attack, bitch, moan, and accuse - all the wonderful things people that don't actually care about the news love.
So, yes, we are ashamed of it, but we do read it. If you want to read about campaign promises and world hunger, read the Times, but if you want to know about homeless people stabbing each other, or what Alec Baldwin is currently tweeting about, read the New York Post.
By Joe Lankheet
No comments:
Post a Comment