Thursday, April 30, 2009

Swagga Please

I swear, every day the supposedly legitimate news and The Daily Show become more and more interchanagable.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the wrong nigga to fuck wit': Kyra Phillips.

It doesn't get much more embarrassing than this.

The Huffington Post: CNN Discusses Obama's "Swagga," Krya Phillips Asks for Fist Bump on Live Television/4.30.09

Related to the above story, now might be a good time to resurrect this piece from 2007:

"Ripped from the Headlines" (Originally Published, 2.20.07)

My first reaction was to laugh out loud.

It seemed the most honest and appropriate response, given that it's what I would've done had I been sitting in my living room instead of my place of work. Had I been curled up on my couch in front of the television, like everyone else in America, I would've cracked up as Jon Stewart's face contorted into an expression that conveyed confusion, disbelief and derision in equal parts. I would've joined in the roaring laughter of the audience, as Stewart and The Daily Show's staff of writers once again aimed their acuminous wit in the direction of the television news media -- in particular, an on-air moment so unintentionally comical that it just cried out to be made fun of. I would've no doubt taken secret satisfaction in a fake news show again holding a legitimate news show up to public ridicule, and in doing so proving itself to be the more respectable of the two.

I would've loved every second of it. So did it really make any difference that the person they were making fun of was me?

I've always heard it said that you're not anybody in this business until you've been fired at least once. Granted, if this axiom holds true then I'm the most powerful man in television news, but these days I'm pretty sure one's relevance -- journalistic, cultural or otherwise -- can actually be measured by whether or not he or she has been ripped apart on The Daily Show. Many in the media now consider it a badge of honor to find themselves in Jon Stewart's comedic crosshairs; all but the most humorless reactionaries (basically Bill O'Reilly) at the very least accept such a possibility as an occupational hazard. Still, when you actually find your work, your words -- to say nothing of your face -- up there on the chopping block, it's a little like being back in elementary school and finding yourself in the awkward position of having to either laugh along with everyone else at the fact that your pants just split up the back, or risk looking incredibly stupid.

So I laughed.

I sat at my desk and watched the clip of the preceding night's Daily Show, and giggled my ass off, even leaning back in my chair and raising both fists above my head in a little display of triumph. I had hit the big time. For a brief moment, even though the cool kids were making fun of me, I felt like one of them. There was solidarity in the fact that we both found the same person ridiculous: me.

And then of course, the initial commotion died down and I took some time to think about it. You might say I went through the Kubler-Ross stages of nervous self-consciousness.

Something probably worth mentioning: I'm many awful things, but I don't believe a hypocrite to be one of them. I have thick skin and I'm almost impossible to offend. I hold no sacred cows that immediately come to mind and have always believed wholeheartedly that anything can be poked fun at -- anything. What's funny is funny -- no matter how tasteless or presumably offensive it may be to the sensibilities of polite society or anyone else for that matter. As the t-shirt once proclaimed: Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke.

It would be flat-out wrong to say that at any point since first hearing the words that I'd written and seeing the story that I'd produced turned into a punchline have I been pissed off about it. I essentially gave my superiors exactly what they asked for -- knowing full well that it wouldn't be the finest hour for myself or the anchor charged with reading the story (the anchor whose actual face would eventually wind up on the Daily Show, while I alone would bear the burden of knowing my particular role in such an indiscretion). That said, I accept that what I wrote -- the exact words that Jon Stewart thought hysterical enough to warrant time on his show -- were indeed so painfully awful that I cringed as I wrote them. The entire story was a stupid idea -- a journalistic "reach" of caricaturish proportions. Put simply, the work I put my name on, whether I agreed with the assignment or not, deserved to be ripped.

And that's the problem.

Journalists, like everyone else, make mistakes. They screw up. There are blooper reels lining the file rooms of every news department in America, and most of them are a riot. But The Daily Show rarely points out those moments which happen by accident -- that's because it doesn't have to. These days, even in the product of the most respected and venerated media outlets in the country, there are entire swaths of outright absurdity -- intended absurdity. The hard work which journalists aren't simply paid for, but likewise are expected to hold in high esteem and to a standard of excellence befitting their incredible responsibility is instead tainted from conception. It's allowed to be a bad joke from the get-go; the one forced to bring it to fruition risking a quiet embarrassment; the one whose face presents it, risking public mockery.

Jon Stewart ripped my work, and it was damn funny, but also a little sad. When it comes to making fun of the news media, The Daily Show has too much material to work with these days -- and that's not the show's fault.

It's ours.


Gabby said...

Beautifully said and appreciated.

Benoit from Ottawa said...

Chez, can you give me the date of the clip, and perhaps a keyword or two? Having trouble finding it. Thanks.

Chez said...

At the time, a lot of readers figured out which one I was talking about -- even though I'd never disclosed my place of employment. Now it can be told: It was a piece by Alina Cho on the dangers lurking in your refrigerator, pegged off of -- wait for it -- Anna Nicole Smith's refrigerator full of drugs.

Fucking ridiculous.

Benoit from Ottawa said...


Anonymous said...

Didn't you and Kyra Phillips have a thing back in the day?


Mas Triste said...

2009 - You highlight the confidence and conviction of the current CIC, describing these as "swagga".

2001-2008 - You describe the exact same elements as the last CIC as hubris and stupidity, forever drawing the "cowboy" caracture.

Thus, you feed the FOX monster; again. Lesson to be learned - try to avoid digging your own holes.

Chez said...

Caren -- It barely qualified as a thing.

Mas Triste -- Meant to tell you, love the 47 icon.

A Bowl Of Stupid said...

Umm ... I thought the Bible said that Tuesday was recycling day?

Anonymous said...


Is that how you spell that? Bad spelling cancels the message.

Bill White said...

I'm late to the party on what happened to you in the news business Chez, but from what I just read, your blog is more embarrassing than clips like this if I follow whatever logic there was in your release from the mainstream news business. It's just too hilarious to watch an MSM news channel trying to be a part of the Kanye-Kommunist-Krowd. Did you ever try to get into that far, far left cable operation - MSNBC? That Commie Olbermann would fight to keep you on board while you can maintain this lefty blog.

Mas Triste said...

That is the last straw! That fucking copy editor is a dead man! I swear, I'm gonna....

Wha..? Fired last week...?



-carry on