Forget about global warming, population control and
bird flu -- a new crisis of pandemic proportions is threatening Western
civilisation. I refer to the startling
dermatological discovery of 'thin-skin syndrome' among the hand-wringing PC classes. The main symptom of the disease is a compulsion to take offence for the slightest, most obscure reason. A major outbreak has now been confirmed in Brighton and Hove (where else?). The local
council wants to scrap the titles Mr and Mrs because they might offend
the 'transgender community', although even in Brighton there can't be that many people who
don't know whether they are male or female.
Since
there seems little hope of a cure for thin-skin syndrome in the near future, I
have come up with my own remedy for sufferers: a crash course in journalism. Workshops would include many hours 'doorstepping', with doors repeatedly
slammed in their faces and obscene insults shouted through letterboxes. Then
they would have to toil over news reports and features to meet impossible deadlines -- only
to see their work instantly spiked by ruthless sub-editors.
Role-playing
sessions could include the PC wimps being manhandled by security staff
and police officers, plus simulated riot situations involving being spat at by
political extremists hurling bricks and bottles as well as insults. The result
of the exercise -- apart from putting people off a thankless, underpaid career
as a reporter -- would concentrate the minds of the faint-hearted on a single
message: that none of it was personal.The flak was directed not at them but at
what they represent -- a free Press doing its job in a democratic society.
When no personal offence is intended, none should be taken. So cut out the hand-wringing and get over it!
When no personal offence is intended, none should be taken. So cut out the hand-wringing and get over it!