Legiron has a lovely post relating to our infantilisation and a few commenters point out the medias 'assistance' in dumbing us down.
On Monday morning I tuned the radio into the BBC local radio station and was rewarded with radio reportage at its very finest and bestest.
There was a sprinkling of snow on the Sunday evening and as temperatures through the night remained well below zero the snow was really, really stiff come morning.
So what did BBC local radio manage to make of this not unsurprising winter event? They got a young lady reporter positioned by a traffic roundabout through the early morning breathlessly recounting the number of cars passing through with completely de-iced windscreens verses those still showing ice residue. Why? This wasn't made very clear {Oh dear.} other than her observation that some drivers had either come from an area that had had no snow Sunday, or had got up earlier than others and had a jolly good clean.
There was, of course, an alternative reason totally missed by the buckess reporter; the clear cars may have come further so got warmer and shed the ice naturally.
This riveting 'information' was updated every fifteen minutes through the morning and I have to admit to being captivated by this brilliant use of broadcasting and money. Until, that is, my head just caved in.
Quote; George Carlin.
“When I ask how old your toddler is, I don't need to hear '27 months.' 'He's two' will do just fine. He's not a cheese. And I didn't really care in the first place.”
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