I Don’t Care

Two or three weeks after his name first started making headlines for reasons other than golf, the newspaper I subscribe to is still dedicating a fair bit of ink to Tiger Woods’ off-the-course problems. Newsflash: I don’t care.

To be perfectly honest, I don’t really know much about what he was alleged to have done. I know there was talk about some sort of car accident and about him having done something that might have displeased his wife. The reason I don’t know more about it is, whenever I see an article with “Tiger Woods” in the headline, I skip the article. Why? Did I mention that I don’t care?

If you live in at least a moderately densely populated area, there’s an excellent probability that someone living within a few blocks of you did something much more morally reprehensible than whatever it is that Tiger Woods was supposed to have done. Why the hell do you care any more strongly about what Tiger Woods did or did not do than you care about someone living within a few blocks of you who did the same thing or worse?

I’m not a sports fan, so my lack of caring is doubled in this instance. But, taking a broader perspective, I think there is something terribly sick about the news media’s priorities or, more to the point, the priorities of the audiences the news media cater to. But that’s just my opinion.

There are wars and insurgencies going on in various parts of the world that might spill over and have implications for the rest of us. I can’t come close to naming all of the conflict areas because many of the sources I turn to for news think that those conflicts are less important than the doings of a golf star.

Some countries that aren’t the most democratic, don’t have the highest of ethical standards, and don’t have the most peaceful of intents (all of the foregoing is to say the least) are developing nuclear weapons. Nuclear weapons have a potential to cause considerable inconvenience if they are, say, exploded on someone’s forehead. But, based on what you read or see in many “news” media, you would think that I should care less about that than I do about Tiger Woods. Um, I don’t think so.

Without considering climate change, which does get adequate press, there are likely a few environmental issues that we should pay attention to if we think it noble to attempt to stave off the premature extinction of Homo sapiens, even though that premature extinction isn’t likely to happen during the few decades that we would normally expect to be alive.

I’ve never had the problem myself, but I imagine that premature extinction would be a serious impediment to your enjoyment of a full and healthy sex-life. Then again, I’m not exactly enjoying a full and health sex-life either, so maybe premature extinction wouldn’t be such a bad thing. But I digress.

I said, “there are likely a few environmental issues” rather than “there are a few a few environmental issues” because the truth is, I’m not certain of that. Why? Because the news media ran short of electrons or paper and ink as a result of how much of those commodities they spend reporting on Tiger Woods, so they don’t get many opportunities to report on those environmental issues; that’s why.

I don’t mean to pick on Tiger Woods. He’s only the latest example of this nonsense. What’s more, the amount of coverage that the news media devote to him is certainly not his choice or fault.

There have been many other examples in the past.

For instance, I also didn’t care about Madonna’s successful or not successful attempts to adopt one or two kids from Malawi. Why can’t I tell you if she was successful or not and if it was one or two kids? Want a hint? It’s spelled “I D-O-N-’-T C-A-R-E.”

I don’t have the slightest of ill-will toward Madonna. If I ever got to know her personally I might come to believe that she was the most wonderful person alive. If she also turned out to be the one woman in the world to have the hots for me, that would seal the deal. However, none of that’s going to happen, so, not to put too fine a point on it, I don’t care.

And if Madonna is trying to help the one or two children she adopted and she gives them her love, that’s great. Good on her.

However, there are thousands of people who devote much of their lives to helping deprived children in desperate situations. These people build orphanages. That set up, stock and staff feeding stations. They establish schools. Collectively, they’ve probably improved and/or saved millions of children’s lives.

Many of these humanitarians toil anonymously in their gallant efforts, struggling to raise funds that, I suspect, are equal to only a fraction of what Madonna earns from each concert tour or CD release. Maybe, just maybe, a reporter will stumble on one of these tireless humanitarians and write a one-off, two-column “human interest” article on their work. But that is about it.

Yet, when Madonna tries to adopt a kid from Malawi it’s front-page news for weeks. I think that’s wrong. Why? I might have mentioned this before, but in case not, allow me to say, I don’t care.

I also didn’t care about Michael Jackson’s death and, particularly, about the circumstances of his death.

A great many people die every day. Some of them spent their adult lives searching for a cure for cancer or for another dread disease. Some of them spent their lives doing diplomatic work in the world’s trouble spots to try to bring a modicum of peace to this troubled planet. And, at one point in my life, I might have met and forged some sort of personal bond with one or two of the many people who die every day. (Although, being a lonely, near-recluse, that latter group is an infinitesimal fraction of the size of the other two groups I mentioned.)

Will somebody please tell me why I should care more about Michael Jackson’s death than about those other people’s deaths?

Don’t get me wrong. I had nothing against Michael Jackson and I feel sorry for the loss that his loved ones no doubt felt, but beyond that … wait for it …  it might come as a shock to you … but I don’t care.

I also didn’t care when Michael Jackson’s sister, Janet, exposed one of her nipples on national television. Although, in the interest of full disclosure (pun not intended, but strongly hoped for), I should say that, being a lonely, sex-deprived guy, I had a sufficient prurient interest such that, when I heard about the incident, I searched the Internet to find a site that showed me a clip of the nipple being exposed. Very nice.

I could probably come up with dozens more examples of excessive “news” irrelevance if I wanted to think about it. But I don’t want to think about it. Why? You know why. Because I don’t care.

So, what is my point? I’m glad you asked. To my mind, the time and resources that the media spend investigating and reporting on the foibles, peccadilloes, and even the major crimes of the rich and famous is excessive to the extreme. Why do I think that? At the risk of being redundant, I think that because I don’t care about that nonsense. Not in the least.

There are a great many other things going on in the world that are worth caring about. Note to the “news” media: Please tell me about those other things, because enquiring minds should want to know.

By the way, if you’re a blogger and you choose to blog about a piece of celebrity gossip, please title your blog post appropriately so I’ll know to skip your post without wasting much time on it. Thanks! You’re a pal.

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