Courtesy of The Mirror
I must admit the more coverage of Jade Goody I see, the more jaded I feel.
The self-titled documentary, charting every move the poor woman makes pulled in a record number of ratings last week. I find myself asking, Why is it that we as a nation are so infatuated with this individual? Is it simply the case that there is else nothing worth watching when Jade is being aired on a dull Thursday night? I dread to think that some people may actually be enjoying watching the demise of this woman – trying to justify their sadistic tendencies with the claim that she’s a nobody, famous for being famous, all because of an o-so-brief encounter on Big Brother.
I must admit, a little voice is telling me that I ought to watch the show, just so I know exactly what I’m dismissing…
In the meantime, while I to and fro on whether or not to tune in, and while I am still trying to get my head around why a woman dying of cancer trying to go about daily life makes such compulsive viewing, I’d like to know when we turn the off the cameras, and turn on the compassion? Probably once it’s too late.
For a far less pessimistic view on things feel free to check out the Guardian.
