Something interesting psychologically happened over the last hour that also happened the week before with my rant against Reporters San Frontieres
When I wrote my critique about the NYT article, I was thinking of myself screaming at the NYT, so I was rather loud and harsh. It’s like being on the outside of a concrete building screaming inside, and I think I used terms like “slipshod, superficial journalism at its worst”, and I wasn’t particularly careful at toning down my language. After all, I was screaming at the New York Times, who could hardly care what I thought about them.
Then I figured that in fairness I ought to e-mail the person that sent me the original request for comments, and suddenly I was positive embarrassed about what I had just said. At that point, I was no longer screaming loudly at the New York Times, I was screaming at some anonymous junior journalist, probably in their 20’s, who doesn’t have all that much power, and is probably a very nice person that is going to feel awful if I trash their article (and would have felt a lot worse if they read my unedited version).
The same thing happened with RSF, when I started screaming and ranting against the big and powerful RSF, and suddenly I realized that press release was written by some young idealistic person that probably doesn’t deserve being screamed at.
Anyway I don’t know what this means, but it means something……