ITS good to be back. Now...
Regularly I read the
Guardian Readers' Editor's column and I have done so since the very
first – Ian Mayes I think - was appointed many years ago. Today
that editor is an old but brief acquaintance from my own Cambridge
(newspaper not college) days, Chris Elliott. And today he drew
attention to a problem that I think is to a degree specially
difficult for the Guardian: Where to draw the line or whether it
should be drawn at all.
Now the editor deals
first with an area where the Guardian does have rules – good ones –
but which are too easily and perhaps too often broken: when to use
the f and especially the c word. I shall return to this later but his
further points concern a more subtle but more hazardous area which
arose most especially in a q and a with Peter Tatchell. I have no
desire to repeat the words used – suffice to say that in response
to a question about embarrassing moments Mr Tatchell, an honest and
open homosexual, made what was a funny but extremely ribald, not to
say vaguely disgusting, joke at his own expense.
On another page of that
weekly magazine the Guardian reported on the booming sales in
vibrators and illustrated it with a series of example devices and a
graphic hand drawn sketch – straight out of The Joy of Sex book I
think. A reader had taken Mr Elliott to task and he had in turn
sounded out, as he often does, his Guardian colleagues. Some 25
responded and half said the paper should be tougher and use less
graphic material. For my part I found the Tatchell joke unacceptable
as published but the vibrator article socially justified and the
sketch frankly quite charming. But I am 69. And therein lies the
complaining reader's real issue.
For the Guardian may be
a very sophisticated and intelligent newspaper (well I think so!) but
it is entering the homes of its readers and is thus generally
available to all. It goes into schools too. There is no firewall, no
security device, no warnings and no effective parental controls. It
is NOT even the internet, you might say. It does serve a specific
audience who may well be seen to be, and by survey shown, as more
urbane, better educated and more liberal (small L!) but they have
children. And the Guardian's interest in these 'young readers' is
shown b y their education posters and the like.
The Guardian's rules on
the f and c words and similar matter is simple – if it is made
necessary as the the result of reporting things said, events
unfolding, if evidential or otherwise critical to the public
understanding of a report the words should not be obscured but used
as presented. This does not however explain or excuse their
gratuitous use by columnists or in other writing. But if you quote
from, say D H Lawrence, then the f and c words in particular may well
be used to ensure appreciation of what is written and what response
it may have caused. Does anyone however need me here to use fuck and
cunt to make this clearer? I think not.
I paraphrase but that's
the gist of the rules. It may or may not explain why the use of such
words in the Guardian should have grown so steadily over the years.
If life imitates 'art', or the media in this case, the answer is
obvious. More use means more imitation and higher social acceptance.
Another argument is
that ordinary people say these things in their ordinary lives. But
this is weak argument. These same people say a lot too that is
gibberish and does not deserve of repetition. Because a word is
coinage in a playground should not elevate it to the columns of the
Guardian, thought it may justify its sparing use on stage or in front
of the camera.
And so the Mr
Tatchell's crudely scatological joke. It was a q and a so we had the
simple question, “What was your most embarrassing moment?” He
responded that it was “mistaking a sachet of shampoo for lube when
having sex.” Didn't we laugh! But there was another line and here
lies the problem: “His bum was blowing bubbles for hours”, he
said. Too much detail mewonders?
Well here's the thing.
The editor might say that without the second line Tatchell's
sexuality is unclear. True but it is not relevant to the
embarrassment factor. It would have been the same essential outcome
whatever his orientation. But the readers are GUARDIAN readers. We
can safely assume that in excess of 95% will KNOW Peter Tatchell is
gay (and the other 5% need not be woken!). So here comes the problem
– is that second line not gratuitous?
Sop, thinking I am 69
and may be a bit out of date I asked the Guardian reading mother of
two girls, 14 and 12. She agreed and will from what she said be
writing to the Guardian Readers Editor herself she said,.
So what test can be
sued in such a context. Let us remember that the Guardian does have
an intelligent and sophisticated readership that it cannot offer to
condescend to. It will, inevitably deal in the social and cultural
natters of our modern world and thus be exposed to this very
material. Can it be tested to achieve what I shall call “the
chattering classes breakfast table test”? Yes, and fairly easily.
If material is MOSRT
likely to be heard only in the men's locker room, at the bar in some
other largely adult and robust location it needs to be examined for
its suitability for the CHILDRENH of intelligent readers. If it does
fall into this category the second stage is how much detail do we
need to maintain credibility and be honest to the contributor? If we
apply this to the Tachell response we can easily decide that line one
is OK. It does not invoke unwanted ribaldry7, just amusement at a
predicament that could be 'shared'. If by that edit Mr Tatchell was
offended at the removal of his avowed orientation then a slight edit
by agreement would suffice. He could have said “when having sex
with my male partner, boy friend” or whatever set the right tone.
You see the problem is
not juts that this might be the sort of joke told to an audience at
the Apollo. It is that that audience paid, chose and know what to
expect – the Guardian lies about, unguarded you might say.
I say less f and c,
less gratuitous use of slovenly English and a bit more concern for
the children of the chattering classes. Please? Blimey I sound like
Mrs Whitehouse!
