I created a terrible song for extra credit. I love the music but hate the vocals and visuals.
jakoby and princess
In this post, I will continue my thought process about the Code of ethics found within the show Catfish: The TV show. Particularly through its investigative and interviewing means.
Simply put, Max and Nev, the hosts of the show catfish have no tact when a catfish turns out to be someone who isn’t who they say they are. More often than not, instead of focusing on their overall deceit of identity. They will harp on details that very much border on fatphobic, transphobic, etc. rhetoric.
The language that the hosts of Catfish utilize frame the catfishes as their insecurities so thoughts such as “that person is overweight, of course they hid their identity.” or “that person is solely problematic because they were lying about what genitals they have” are positively reinforced by the hosts which only serves to further these harmful rhetoric.
In one episode, when it was found that a catfish was someone who is female, Max and Nev choose to focus on the fact that she would “trick” women about her gender and genitalia. Nevermind that she very clearly objectified the women that she was with and even clearly stated that she could “covert” straight women to “sleep with (her)”. Even if unintentional, Nev and Max perpetuate the transphobic rhetoric that someone must disclose their gender or they are not to be trusted.
In my Code of Ethics, how I would have gone about this, is to of course focus on the motive of overall identity deceit. This person lying about their gender isn’t the overall problem as much as this person lying about their identity so that they can brag about the number of “chicks” they slept with.
The show catfish is morally gray enough as it is as a reality tv show on MTV. However, I do believe that it was started on good intentions, wanting to make sure that people stay safe in their interactions with others whose identities are not fully revealed. However, Nev and Max could stand to revisit ONAethics and create a new Code of Ethics.
In this post, we move away from news outlets and closer to investigative vigilantism with the show Catfish aired on MTV.
The premise of Catfish as a whole is that two people will be in contact over social media, but more often than not, one party will be skeptical of the accuracy of the other’s existence (due to a lack of pictures, reluctance of video calling, etc.). The skeptical party then contacts show hosts Nev and Max who then investigate the catfish in question: going through their social media, tracing their phone number, looking for pictures, anything to reveal the identity of the catfish.
If we suspend our theories that this entire reality tv show may be scripted and believe for a second that these men are indeed conducting investigations to find the unknown identities of these catfish, then we are able to pin down and identify the sketchy ethical code that these hosts have given themselves (and how it moreso contrasts with my own ethical code)
For this post, we will focus on the topic of age and privacy within the show Catfish. While it can be expected that the public profiles Nev and Max search through will appear on tv (their methods of research do, of course, take up ~1/3 of the screentime ), there are times where they find out that the catfish in question is a minor, who they then proceed to film and name anyway.
Through my code of ethics chosen on ONAethics, I picked that minors should only be interviewed but not named nor photographed in favor of keeping their privacy until a certain age.
Catfish goes directly against that as they proceed to investigate these minors and air the episode to the public who now know these minor’s identities and rough location. In my own opinion, this is wrong. Especially for minors whose lives are just starting where they are applying to jobs or college, catfish can serve as a painful reminder to a folly that they committed when they were younger and inexperienced with the world and even serve as the purpose of why they did not get a certain job or get into a certain college.
Catfish in layman’s terms, is the bane to my existence. Because their Ethical Code is so different than mine, I find it hard to agree with their investigative and interviewing methods.
I will continue this thought process in a pt. 2
In this post, we explore part two of the PBS Frontline “News War” specifically looking at the topic of freedom of speech in controversial articles and the power that the Government has over journalism.
In the year 1975, during the height of the Cold War, news outlet The New York Times published the details of classified U.S Navy Missions whose objective was to spy on the then Soviet Union. In response to this, measures were attempted to prevent future disclosure of these missions. Seymour Hersh, journalist at the time, stood his ground as he knew that the first amendment was on his side until the Government left him alone.
In my personal opinion, this type of journalism, the one that opts to question everyone, especially the Government, in favor of societal benefit is true journalism. We should definitely spread the information that everyone deserves to see, even when higher powers say no, because that is the right thing to do. I believe that this pertains to all decisions that our Government makes due to the (personal) belief that they should not be acting out their own agenda that is consulted without the public in the first place. So when they go through measures to try to silence news outlets that seek out to bring their secret actions into light, we as reporters (and citizens really) should remain skeptical and continue to seek out the truth.
Continuing further, measures taken to protect journalists’ freedom of speech needs to be revisited often. In a militaristic, capitalistic nation, we often see the Government/monopolies controlling several media outlets that are framed to “show different views” and see them try to censor certain topics (anti-america views, lgbtq topics, etc), but we must remain skeptical and ask our own questions to get answers for ourselves.
“The Devil and Tom Walker,” by Washington Irving
(I laughed reading this)
This is the easiest extra credit I’ve ever had to do
Last minute costume ideas
One of my professors is offering extra credit to anyone “brave enough to dress up for class” tomorrow. Any ideas?? Please and thank you!
A throwback comic titled “Extra Credit” I sketched back in May that is such a college mood I needed to share.
Thancred is no stranger to bad days.
Everyone has them, particularly the Scions, particularly since the banquet in Ul’dah.
Even after they’re reunited and life begins to flow again, they all have days where they snap or glower more than they should, more than they’d like to, more than they used to. But they all work on it in their own way.
Thancred has most definitely had a lot of bad days since the Bowl of Embers, since Urianger’s machinations came to light, since he betrayed the Ascian they thought he’d allied himself with, and since Warriors of Darkness left for their world and took Minfilia with them.
It isn’t every day, somehow. Even though Minfilia’s absence clings to him like static, tinging the edges of his awareness with emptiness that aches if he makes the mistake of thinking about it, every day isn’t necessarily a struggle.
Some are, though.
(This is in direct response to an RP event dealing heavily with Antelope tribe headcannon for the tribe Sana is specifically from. All text marked < > is in the Antelope tongue.)
The moment Sana became aware of herself, she knew that she was not awake and yet not fully asleep. It wasn’t the Dreaming, she knew how that place felt, had been there enough to know the odd twist in her stomach that she got from being in that odd space between realms. This was something different and she couldn’t find a way to qualify it, if it was even meant to be qualified. In exploring the path that should have been hers among the tribe, she’d learned quickly that not all things had qualities that could be fully described in language alone.
(Oh boy. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!! Might be quite a few warnings for this one. At least blood, violence, murder, and torture. This is not part of where Alex is currently. This is an AU (suggested by Sana’s player of course) where Alex wasn’t in time to save Sana’s life. Welcome to the aftermath or now to be known as AU: Broken Lighthouse. Hope you’re happy @quirkycoterie :P lol)
Gan sat in the tub, submerged up to her nose. It was one of those days. One of those days where everything she’d been carrying on her shoulders came crashing down around her and settled on her chest like a brick.
“You’ll never be good enough…”
“Yer jus’ draggin’ us down…”
“There are some things more important than one person. Even you.”
The voices reverberated around in her head and she couldn’t shake them out. Clutching her head, she sunk down as deep into the warm water as she could, listening to the voices, one by one.
“Th’ crew’s spoken Gan,” Odard pointed his pistol at her back and let loose the bullet. “Ain’t nothin’ personal, but someone’s gotta take th’ blame here an’ it ain’t gonna be me.”
Gan’s knees hit the sand, blood pouring from the would in her shoulder, pain searing through to the core of her being. It was hard to breathe, she could barely suck in enough air to speak, let alone remain conscious. “Wh…why…”
“Simple. Gotta have someone take th’ hit fer our shit luck. I know it’s been me tha’s fucked thin’s but… ain’t about to roast fer it. So I started sewin’ the rumor that yer some kinda siren. Tha’s fucked us all. Plannin’ t’ lead us t’ our doom.”
“Y…you…” She was hallucinating. She had to be.
“Heh. ‘F it makes it any better on ye, ain’t nothin’ personal. Di’n’ care enough ‘bout ye fer tha’ t’ be th’ case.” Odard chuckles darkly as he holsters the pistol. “Ye were jus’ so damn easy t’ fool. An’ no one’s gunna miss ye cuz ye were worthless. Not worth nothin’. Not even the bullet I jus’ put in yer back.”
“O-Odard…” Her vision was going hazy and she tried to reach out for him, but she barely had the strength.
“Yer jus’ draggin’ us down with yer worthlessness. See ye ‘round, luv.” With a two fingered salute, Odard made his way off that beach and back to the Crow’s Compass, to set sail for who knew what.
If I’m doing this extra credit, I’m having fun with it!