(left to right) former ESPN Senior Editor Keith Reed, CNN's Brooke Baldwin, and Fox Sports Radio's Clay Travis
Brooke Baldwin writes so passionately of her outraged indignation due to a single statement from Clay Travis that even the Seven Gods of Journalism went silent in reverently awed respect.
Baldwin gives us the obligatory self-aggrandizing review of herself in which she includes a determined presentation of her willingness to invite speakers with disparate points of view presumably to bolster the idea of her cosmopolitan ways.
Side note: I've been a journalist for 17 years -- the past seven spent at CNN hosting a live show. I've seen and heard some things. But when I first heard "boobs" from a grown man on national television (in 2017!!!) my initial thought bubble was: "Did I hear that correctly?? There's no WAY he just came on my show and said what I think he said. ... DID HE?" And I let it hang.
CNN: Brooke Baldwin: Speaking like this to women in 2017? No way
Zen Yogi: she has thought bubbles. Wow!
No doubt, Yogi, and she probably has enough of them for a truckload of fizzy soda. Presumably she learned about thought bubbles in her pursuit of a degree in Journalism at the University of North Carolina. She also earned a Batchelor's Degree in Spanish from the same school so that probably means she carried dual majors. Prior to that she had gone to a private college prep school. That likely means she comes from a moneyed background since a degree in journalism doesn't come close to needing that kind of preparation.
Zen Yogi: you're a bloody snob
Yes. There is science and then everything else.
I just couldn't let this go.
So I jumped back in and spelled it out like a fourth-grade boy: "b-double-o-b-s?!"
Yes. "Boobs." He eventually confirmed: "boobs." Almost proud, smirking.
I quickly felt myself turning red -- getting irritated and angry. My mind was racing. My face, I could tell, was incredulous. In the thick of it all, I could see my other guest, Keith Reed, was equally aghast.
- CNN
Oh, God, how I love the melodrama of immersive journalism and how its masters make this posturing piffle seem important in the face of a nuclear war in the world. Travis' smirking was likely attributable to her need to spell out boobs on national television with his own silent thought bubble being, "Can she really be this simple?"
The statement from Clay Travis was, "I believe in the First Amendment and boobs." He had cultivated the statement elsewhere previously so he clearly thought it was a witty way to trigger her. Baldwin's outraged article gave him the touchdown and the field goal all in the same move.
There's a general implication Clay Travis is just a hayseed blown in from Tulsa but I reviewed his education and it is better than hers since it includes an undergraduate degree in History from George Washington University and a degree in Law at Vanderbilt. He was a practicing lawyer for some years.
Zen Yogi: all to become a sports reporter?
Exactly as it happened, mate. Just as I have no respect for Baldwin's journalism, neither am I impressed by Travis' adventures in the intellectual world. Both of them are rubes.
Zen Yogi: rubes who make bucketloads of money
Correct but, as we have seen with the glorious role model of a President given us by Trump, money doesn't buy class.
Zen Yogi: what do you think she should have done, Silas?
Easy peasy, Yogi, since she only needed to reply in his own terms, "Are you fucking serious? How dare you come on my show to insult me with trigger words. Get the fuck out."
If she really wants to show her feminism then be equal instead of singing the song until you think something is wrong. All ostensibly speak the same language and it's sheer effrontery to claim anyone has a right to rule its standards, particularly from the standpoint of moralizing.
Zen Yogi: why should she sink to his level by using such language?
There isn't any such language unless you're living in the 19th Century under the reign of Victoria or, regrettably, in the New Age neo world. In effect, Baldwin tries to force an artificial gentility which was never real even at its outset. During the 19th Century, America was in the throes of knocking down slavery but the language of the nobility was as virginally pure as Ivory Soap at 99.4%.
Zen Yogi: how do they manage that astounding feat, Silas?
Ivory Soap, like Baldwin's lurid outburst, is almost entirely water, mate.
Zen Yogi: how can they possibly claim they draw any clean water from the Mill Creek?
Yep, that's where it goes beyond credibility since it's not likely anything has lived in the Mill Creek since P&G first started polluting it with their foul effluvium and, ironically enough, they're the makers of Ivory Soap.
Zen Yogi: P&G operates under the guidance of Satan and that's proven by Satanic symbols in their trademark symbol
Thanks for the possible lawsuit since P&G may still prosecute for damages any time someone makes that claim. Is there any actual point to this information, Yogi?
Zen Yogi: P&G started in the mid-19th Century, my hairless friend
There may be something good which can be dredged from that century but it's deuced difficult to find, my furry bear buddy.
Zen Yogi: do we really need to be so cynical?
Not really as the Satanic whoop de do is just another example of fundamentalist Christians making a damn nuisance of themselves and they could even subvert giant corporations with their ludicrous blather.
Cleverly looping this back to the top doesn't gain anything since it doesn't amount to more than two bubbleheads getting snarky for the amusement of the crowd. That piffling performance isn't newsworthy beyond the level to which it was blown out of proportion so, with (cough) all due respect to journalism, I have now blown that all out of proportion.
Zen Yogi: I'm not going anyway since I have some pure KFC chicken
Well then, let's have some tucker, mate.
Ref: tucker is Australian slang for food.
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