Showing posts with label cheer leading. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cheer leading. Show all posts

Monday, July 21, 2008

re Charlie Brooker: Online POKER marketing could spell the NAKED end of VIAGRA journalism as we LOHAN know it

Blimey, Brooker's got it again! http://www.guardian.co.uk/profile/charliebrooker

South Beach Hoosier's take? Brit Cousins See Future Thru Internet-search Glasses.

The Charlie Brooker column below from today's Guardian is an insightful and somewhat depressing look into what it takes to make it to the top of The Hit Parade.
And is 100% right.


After reading the article, tell me if that doesn't sound exactly like what the news writers at Miami's Channel 4 are already doing for most of Shannon Hori's copy on the 6 and 11 p.m. CBS-4 telecasts?

Shannon Hori's clearly attractive and sweet and seems to have a personality very similar to many of my female friends at IU, especially in the Telecom. Dept., even though they always wanted to be "serious reporters," but that doesn't mean she's my idea of a local anchor.

She might actually be a very good reporter, though I have my doubts, but the sheer amount of verbal nonsense she has to utter in order to hook dopey South Florida women TV viewers -the ones who won't be attending any of these public policy events I mention here- is really hard to over-estimate.
http://cbs4.com/bios/bio.cbs4.shannon.9.374024.html

I can't recall the last time I lived somewhere and was almost in fear of watching someone on the air simply because of the dreadful cringe-worthy news copy they were forced to read.
(If she writes her own, that answers that question.)

Actually, I suppose the joke is on me -and some of you as well- since Hori's clearly very popular in this new gig of hers, which is the most confounding aspect of this whole fandango.
(Still, as I'll illustrate in a moment with an anecdote, popularity and a high Q Score isn't the same thing as quality.)


Some nights, it's almost like Hori's trapped in a TV studio experiencing the lingering effects of
Stockholm Syndrome, or, alternatively, undergoing an initiation of some sort, and has to grin-and-bear it until someone off stage yells, rather authoritatively, "That's enough, she's in!"

Almost like an updated version of the reporter character that Jane Fonda's reporter character in China Syndrome, Kimberly Wells, had to play when she was away from Jack Lemon's nuclear plant and back at the TV station, doing 'human interest' segments on cats in trees and the firemen who save them, or whatever it was.
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0078966/

(The real-life D.C. version of this is bubbly Holly Morris of WTTG's Fox-5 News, a constant source of humor by WJFK-FM radio geniuses Don & Mike when I listened to them everyday when living and working up there.
They'd mock Holly's willingness to go anywhere and do anything early in the A.M. to get that human interest story about cats with their own blogs and Nuns who square dance, etc.
Or as Wikipedia put it: Holly gained fame beyond the Washington DC area when her high energy antics were featured regularly on the nationally syndicated radio show
The Don and Mike Show. In addition to highlighting Holly's latest adventure, the show features a weekly "wheel of Holly" segment where tapes of Holly's past features are played at random. )

See http://www.myfoxdc.com/myfox/pages/InsideFox/Detail?contentId=5768&version=12&locale=EN-US&layoutCode=TSTY&pageId=5.3.1 )
and Holly's on-air hijinks Fox 5 hit
http://www.washtimes.com/news/2004/jun/08/20040608-094835-1990r/

THE PURGATORY Of COMMITMENT blog accurately described Hori in 2005, when she was at KTVT, the CBS affiliate in Dallas, in Waking Up To Shannon Hori
http://thebachelorblog.simjournal.com/artview.aspx?bid=2202 , "doing one of those exasperating "Adopt a Family for Christmas and bought them some junk" stories."

Hori's video archive of wacky stuff at KTVT is here:
http://cbs11tv.com/Search/Default.aspx?SearchString=Shannon%20Hori&TabId=0
For Hori as Radio City Rockette wannabe, see
http://cbs11tv.com/video/?id=14540@ktvt.dayport.com
If I didn't know better, I'd swear she just did that story here.
That's how eerily familiar these human interest bits are.

Since Hori's been here in South Florida, I don't think there's been a newscast of hers that I've caught where she hasn't uttered the following words at least once or twice:

1. Britney
2. infant.
3, diet
4. Sex and The City
5. breasts
6. South Beach
7. Nikki Beach
8. Angelina
9. J-Lo
10. rapper
11. liposuction
12. lifestyle

I only wish that I'd actually kept a log of her words like I considered doing months ago, when, for some reason, it just slapped me in the face one particular night because of how obvious it seemed. ---------------------------------------
This is nothing but amateur analysis I admit, but it never occurred to me until just now, but Hori sort of reminds me of some of the attractive personality-plus girls I often saw at IU cheerleader tryouts.
They were girls whom I knew well-enough to know as classmates of mine, but not enough to be considered friends.
Lots of Delta Gammas or ZTAs, girls who seem to have genes that make them preternaturally
bubbly and fun to be with. http://www.indiana.edu/~deltag/

Once some of them actually caught on to my own deep involvement in the spring cheerleader tryout process, because of Student Athletic Board, where up in the second-floor gym of the HPER we
cranked Prince from our speakers hour after hour while the girls tried their best to pick up the routines.
Afterwards, they suddenly seemed much more interested/motivated to talk to me after class or when they'd run into me on campus.
http://www.indiana.edu/~sab/

Most were all pretty good to excellent dancers, but that simply wasn't good enough at a Big Ten school like ours, even if it was good enough to make the excellent Red Steppers dance group.
It was simply apples and oranges.

See
http://iuhoosiers.cstv.com/sports/c-spirit/ind-c-spirit-body.html and
http://www.nba.com/heat/dance/profile0203_trista.html for proof that at IU, generally speaking, your athletic, gymnastic types are much more likely to try to become cheerleaders, while your talented and vivacious dancers, like Trista Rehn, an IU Alpha Chi from Indy, try to become Red Steppers.
Everybody wins!

I had the advantage of knowing that no amount of personal charisma or ridiculous good looks could compensate for the fact that many of them were insufficiently athletic enough or mentally tough enough to make the grade as an IU cheerleader, since every year while I was there, we almost always had 1-2 members get named All-American.

But if you're not part of the process and/or know the people involved in making the decisions, on the outside looking in as it were, the reasons why someone makes it aren't always quite so obvious.
And one thing's for sure, it's hard to be the one to tell someone why their particular dream/goal isn't meant to be realized.

That was a position I found myself in one day when two classmate applicants actually cried after one of our classes together, the first time I'd seen them after they'd been cut, after they'd made it past the first few rounds. (I already knew they'd been cut.)

They were pretty normal at first, but within a minute, they were barely keeping their tears in check, asking me why I thought they hadn't been selected.

I'm a pretty friendly person who's straightforward, but I didn't relish the idea of telling them they simply weren't good enough, so I said that it was probably a good thing that we weren't already friends, because they might not like what I had to tell them, even though it was the truth.
They said they wanted to know what I thought and I proceeded to tell them my opinion.

But first I reminded them that they needed to remember that the selection process was nothing personal, and that the folks doing the judging take it very seriously for some very good reasons, not least of all being that IU has a very strong reputation in cheer leading, and every year, we have a tremendous number of very talented girls trying out for a small number of slots.
I also mentioned that they needed to keep in mind that many girls who get cut at IU -just as would also be true at UK- would likely make many other large school's teams, it's just that the competition here is so fierce.
http://kentuckycheerleading.org/

I then sort of opened their eyes to the fact that while their individual self-evident charisma, personality and good looks, while obviously tremendous pluses socially, esp at a school like IU that really takes sociability and friendliness seriously -and likely being one of the things that made them so popular within their circle of friends- the judges had the primary obligation to look at all the factors that go into making a good cohesive squad.

Those particular positive qualities of theirs notwithstanding, they couldn't compensate for "the essentials" they individually lacked as prospective IU cheerleaders, which were different with each girl, and which I gave my thoughts about.

(I've seen this same theme with some of the local Miami TV stations and their "Making of the Heat/Dolphin cheerleader" type stories on Saturday night at 7 p.m. in the Fall.
There's always a few women who are told for the first time in their life that they're not good enough at something.
All the ambition in the world can't compensate for a skill you lack if you can't acquire it and master it before the final cuts.)

Besides the obvious physical demands and grind of practicing and conditioning all the time, the two qualities that my friends on the cheer squad had often told me were most under-estimated by applicants were:
a.) the sheer time commitment throughout the year, which melds into every single aspect of your life, and sometimes seems to be taking it over, plus,
b.) constantly maintaining the confidence that the rest of the squad and that your partner in particular has to have in you.

Enough confidence to ride you when you're dogging it and not giving it your all, even when you're tired or your mind is on something else, and then help you snap out of it, since safety can never be compromised.

But then I was pretty fortunate to have some friends who were not only talented enough to be named co-captains of the squad, but also get named All-American, so I'm sort of biased towards their particular p.o.v. on the matter.

If you've ever caught the WE cable series Cheerleader U., focusing on the UCF squad in Orlando, it's much the same there, though UCF and IU are worlds apart when it comes to both tradition and playing high-stakes ballgames on national TV, for obvious reasons.
http://www.wetv.com/cheerleaders/index.html

Personally, I think of Shannon Hori as one of those women who has always sort of glided thru life based on her personality or wit and then gets quite surprised that their personality and/or looks doesn't necessarily win the battle, in her case, for viewers' hearts, for others, votes for office.

Hori certainly hasn't won me over.

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http://www.guardian.co.uk/commentisfree/2008/jul/21/charliebrooker.pressandpublishing

The Guardian

Online POKER marketing could spell the NAKED end of VIAGRA journalism as we LOHAN know it
Charlie Brooker
July 21, 2008

Miley Cyrus, Angelina, Israel vs Palestine, iPhone, 9/11 conspiracy, Facebook, MySpace, and Britney Spears nude. And not forgetting Second Life, Paris Hilton, YouTube, Lindsay Lohan, World of Warcraft, The Dark Knight, Radiohead and Barack Obama. Oh, and great big naked tits. In 3D.

Let me explain. Last week, I wrote a piece on 9/11 conspiracy theories which virtually broke the Guardian website as thousands of "truthers" (painfully earnest online types who sincerely believe 9/11 was an inside job) poured through the walls to unfurl their two pence worth. Some outlined alternative "theories". Some mistakenly equated dismissing the conspiracy theories with endorsing the Bush administration. Some simply wailed, occasionally in CAPITALS. Others, correctly, identified me as a paid-off establishment shill acting under instructions from the CIA.

Now to sit here and painstakingly rebut everything the truthers said would take three months and several hundred pages, and would be a massive waste of the world's time, because ultimately I'm right and they're wrong - well-meaning, but wrong. What's more, I've woken up with an alarming fever and am sweating like a miner as I type these words. On the cusp of hallucinating. Consequently my brain isn't working properly; it feels like it's been marinaded in petrol, then wrapped in a warm towel. So I'm hardly at my sharpest. Actually, sod it: you win, truthers. I give up. You're 100% correct. Inside job, clearly.
Whatever. Now pass the paracetamol.

Anyway, because it contained the words "9/11 conspiracy", the article generated loads of traffic for the Guardian site, which in turn means loads of advertising revenue. And in this day and age, what with the credit crunch and the death of print journalism and everything, the use of attention-grabbing keywords is becoming standard practice. "Search engine optimisation", it's known as, and it's the journalistic equivalent of a classified ad that starts with the word "SEX!" in large lettering, and "Now that we've got your attention . . ." printed below it in smaller type.

For instance, according to the latest Private Eye, journalists writing articles for the Telegraph website are being actively encouraged to include oft-searched-for phrases in their copy. So an article about shoe sales among young women would open: "Young women - such as Britney Spears - are buying more shoes than ever."

On the one hand, you could argue this is nothing new; after all, for years newspapers have routinely jazzed up dull print articles with photographs of attractive female stars (you know the sort of thing: a giant snap of Keira Knightley doing her Atonement wet-T-shirt routine to illustrate a report about the state of Britain's fountain manufacturers). But at least in those instances the actual text of the article itself survived unscathed. There's something uniquely demented about slotting specific words and phrases into a piece simply to con people into reading it. Why bother writing a news article at all? Why not just scan in a few naked photos and have done with it?

And if you do persevere with search-engine-optimised news reports, where do you draw the line? Next time a bomb goes off, are we going to read "Terror outrage: BRITNEY, ANGELINA and OBAMA all unaffected as hundreds die in SEXY agony"?

And wait, it gets worse. These phrases don't just get lobbed in willy-nilly. No. A lot of care and attention goes into their placement. Apparently the average reader quickly scans each page in an "F-pattern": reading along the top first, then glancing halfway along the line below, before skimming their eye downward along the left-hand side. If there's nothing of interest within that golden "F" zone, he or she will quickly clear off elsewhere.

Which means your modern journalist is expected not only to shoehorn all manner of hot phraseology into their copy, but to try and position it all in precisely the right place. That's an alarming quantity of unnecessary shit to hold in your head while trying to write a piece about the unions. Sorry, SEXUAL unions. Mainly, though, it's just plain undignified: turning the journalist into the equivalent of a reality TV wannabe who turns up to the auditions in a gaudy fluorescent thong in a desperate bid to be noticed.

And for the consumer, it's just one more layer of distracting crud - the bane of the 21st century. Distracting crud comes in countless forms - from the onscreen clutter of 24-hour news stations to the winking, blinking ads on every other web page. These days, each separate square inch of everything is simultaneously vying for your attention, and the overall effect is to leave you feeling bewildered, distanced, feverish and slightly insane. Or maybe that's just me, today.

Actually, it's definitely just me. Like I say, I'm ill, my brain's not working. Which is why opening this piece with a slew of hot search terms probably wasn't a brilliant wheeze.
Perhaps if I close with a selection of the LEAST searched-for terms ever, I can redress the balance. Worth a shot. Um . . .
JOHN SELWYN GUMMER . . . PATRICK KIELTY NUDE . . . UNDERWHELMING KNITTING PATTERNS . . . FULLY CLOTHED BABES.
Yup. That should do it.

· This week Charlie somehow managed to get this column finished: "Despite mistyping every other word and having to break off every five minutes to lie on his bed clutching his brow, whimpering. He will almost certainly have died by the time you read it."
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