Just a couple of hours ago, I found
out that jean
shorts were so 1990s. My ego deflated when a sorority blonde muttered
the words, “fashion crime” as I leisurely walked through campus. Okay,
maybe I’m exaggerating a smidge. But the point is that my lack of
periphery either makes me uncool or just a ringer for being the last to
find out juicy and sometimes vital information.
Yeah,
that’s a bad personality trait for an aspiring journalist. I’m supposed
to be paid (still under negotiation) to inform the public, on the brink
of news worthy information at all times.
Another indication that I wasn’t with it was when I somehow stumbled in
“the Rec” last week, not to be confused with “the Ruck” (of course, a
reference to the infamous NYC park). Translation for the pre-1998
graduates: the ECU Recreation Center is the
pollen for the campus honeybees while also serving as the main gym.
Speaking of, the second-floor of Christenbury is condemned for you
artifacts who miss ‘the glory days.’ Sorry to be the bearer of bad news.
I digress. While keeping the girlfriend entertained
through an adapted version of racquetball in “the Rec”, I couldn’t help
but notice the droves of students bearing iPod armbands. I barely know
two people with iPods. But it was then that I realized this whole iPod
craze completely whizzed me by.
Fast forward to me searching for some pertinent
information for my column. We in the sports journalism business have
somehow convinced ourselves that reading espn.com and cbssportsline.com
is “research.” Pretty cool, huh? Anyway, I noticed that every freaking
reporter on the web has a blog.
For those left in the dark like me (until a couple
of months ago) who still confuse a blob and a blog, I’m feel for you.
Nevertheless, a blog is basically an online journal. Unlike the strict
guidelines of print and broadcast journalism, blogs literally have no
rules.
Because random people, John Does, can create their own
blog, very few in the industry know of a way to control the spread of
mass information. In fact, experts aren’t sure what quite to think. If
the internet is young, calling the blog an infant would be a
compliment.
In my opinion, reporters are losing credibility with
the increasing popularity of blogs. News reporters are held in
extremely high regard, as people whom have the public’s trust. In fact,
reports show that news reporters are trusted more than elected leaders.
Truthful at all times, the general public trusts the media to be
unbiased and report only cold hard facts.
How can I trust blogs when the reporters are
faceless? Who ensures that the information was received in an ethical
and proper manner? What agency is accountable to ensure that
information published is correct? The answer is simple: not a soul.
And who
has time to read 146 blogs about Duke basketball? I barely have enough
time in the day to simply read the few daily articles on ECU sports.
Hardly do I have the time to read 50 journal entries by random fans
claiming themselves as so-called expert reporters. Or even for that
matter, 50 so-called reporters blogging themselves as experts.
Before that, professional blogs will eventually have
to make money. Aside from news or sports corporations supporting them,
how will these online journals solicit advertising dollars? I’m fairly
certain that ECU won’t advertise with an online version of my thoughts.
Blogs are the new face of message boards. It’s
empowering to the fans. And in sports, more message boards with
faceless ranters slandering public figures is a true nightmare. The
message boards have created this unrealistic ‘quick fix’ atmosphere we
now share in collegiate and pro athletics.
Look, I agree that print journalism is on the ropes.
It’s a simple mathematical equation. The internet has now scooped radio
as the fastest medium for people to consume their information. And
radio, because of its inaccessibility and choices can’t compete with
the internet. I do realize that I’m writing this article because of a
radio station.
But are blogs truly the answer of the internet? The
media has survived for years without them. Saturating the net with
journal entries wasn’t exactly what I envisioned when I signed up for
this gig. And if this trend continues, I cringe to find out what comes
next.
Eric Gilmore
ejg1102@mail.ecu.edu