October 13, 2010, - 12:45 pm
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I don’t know about you, but I am sooooo tired of the Chilean Miners rescue and hearing about it 24/7. Does it make me a bad person because I’m sick of hearing about it? Am I “insensitive” for not being obsessed and entertained by “All Miners Rescue, All The Time,” just as I was also bored to tears by “All Glorified High School Drop-Out/Muslim Playboy’s Concubine Princess Diana Death TV All the Time” and ditto for “All Spoiled Liberal John-John & Blonde Model Wife Death Over Cape Cod in a Private Plane All the Time”? Talk about frickin’ overkill by airheads in the mainstream media feeding me this baby powder and pretending it’s crack. Ennui, baby. Ennui.
Last night, my local newscast had a live mine rescue cam running in the side of the screen during the whole newscast. Glad they’re out and that they survived. But c’mon. Enough, already. Watching O.J.’s white Ford Bronco on the California Highway was more exciting. And, in that case, two people died. These people are alive (which we already knew, two months ago, was gonna be the case). Great. Move on. Next. Sorry, but watching giant tubes like they have at the bank drive-thru pop up from the ground ain’t all that. (And it’s more exciting at the bank.)
And does being in there for two months and then getting out make them heroes, the status to which they’re now being anointed? Don’t believe the hype. They’re in a dangerous job of which everyone knows the risk when they took the job. I’m more concerned about American miners who didn’t get out alive and died.
I’m supposed to be consuming myself with news about Chilean miners who–while they were in the mine were conducting telephonic seminars with lawyers about how to deal with the media and get the best book and movie deals? I’m supposed to be concerned with some schmuck who has both a wife and mistress meeting him upon his freedom from the mine?
Get real. I don’t care about that dude. If you do. Why?
By the way, my favorite thing in all this is all of the people who say, “I’m gonna celebrate by eating Chilean sea bass.” Reality check: while I like the fish as much as the next pescaphile (if it’s not a word, I just made it up), it’s neither Chilean (mostly fished off of Antarctica, though some is caught in Chilean waters), nor bass. The name is a clever marketing ploy for a junk fish whose real name is the less appetizing Patagonian Toothfish. (And, yes, it’s kosher, for those who wondered.)
**** UPDATE: Reader/Blogger There Is No Santa Claus has a different take:
Are you watching this story? I find it very moving.
Regarding the feminization of America; take a look at the mine rescue and the workers. They’re almost ALL men. I finally saw the first women.
Go to any construction or mining site in America and you MIGHT see one or two women workers depending on the size of the workforce. There are still a LOT of jobs that women won’t/don’t do and we depend on the people who do these jobs. Given that I work a lot in construction and heavy industry, I’ve been thinking about this for a long time but have never quite figured out how to articulate it.
I don’t know what other thoughts you’re taking from this story, but I saw the Tom Brady column and was thinking about this.
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