It wasn’t that mums spend time on Twitter (not exactly breaking news there) or that some mums prefer to keep one eye on something else whilst watching their children or that some mums let their children cover themselves in sudocream because they had both eyes on the computer screen.
Because come on, there are times when small children can be a little, well, dull. There are times when you do need to talk to someone else because its that or run screaming out of the house rather than deal with another fetid nappy and the likes of twitter do give you a way of at least talking to another adult.
But that’s not exactly news, at least it isn’t to someone who has small children.
What was news to me was that once a journalist finishes writing their article, they walk away from it. They don’t take any responsibility for what is actually printed, for what happens to the words they have typed out. The accuracy, or rather any inaccuracy is nothing to do with them. Their job is done and they walk away to write another hatchet job piece.
I can’t be the only person that is flabbergasted at this.
In my job we were taught that you can delegate the job but not the responsibility.
That there is a place the buck stops and that if you put something into a document you’d better jolly well be prepared to back it up.
And you’ll have to take responsibility for the actual content even if you let someone else prepare the page because it was you, and you only, that signed it off and sent it to print.
I can only imagine how nice life could have been if I could have just left other people to do what they fancied and then been able to shrug and go ‘oh well nothing to do with me, it was ok when I left….’ rather than having to stand up infront of clients and my boss and take responsibility.
But I am not a journalist.
And that’s the incredible thing.
Because what I write isn’t exactly life or death, it doesn’t really have much of an impact on anyone’s life, its not there in print that someone’s Mum can read, that retains a footprint in the world for people to keep coming back to year after year. What journalists write can have a real life impact on real life people. It can harm, can hurt, can upset and yet they can walk away and shrug it all off because its not their responsibility – they only type up the first draft.
And yet journalists look down on us bloggers, don’t really consider us to be proper writters. They look down on us people who stand by what they right, who take responsibility for what they right, who check the facts themselves and who know the human impact of the words that they type onto their screens. Right now I know who I’d rather read.
No sleep ’til Brooklands writes here about her experiences trying to get an accurate representation of what she actually said from a well known daily paper. Its an interesting read.