I rarely watch the news but I did tonight because I was on! It's sort of exciting to think that word of my little project could be broadcast into thousands of homes, possibly moving people! So when I got the opportunity to be on Global's Calgary newscast, I came to Calgary early to be interviewed today. The interviewer fellow and the videographer were likeable chaps who put me through my paces a bit to try and get more interesting TV than just a normal reporter-asking-questions interview. They shot at the Green Fools Theatre and recruited a couple of people who happened to be there today to be the people I was speaking to about the project. (They were interested and interesting people who barely show up in the segment.) And they had me undress (not shown on TV, obviously, but they showed my pregnancy-swollen ankles as my pants dropped) and then wander around in a robe from the Green Fools' costume supply.
I felt like an idiot in the robe because it was too small. I was always clutching it together. My project requires some explanation and the approximately three minutes of air time (from more than an hour of shooting) focussed mostly on showing my pregnant belly and emphasizing the upcoming nakedness. My poor mother was worried that the reporters would ridicule the project (on the contrary they seemed genuinely interested) so she thought the segment was "exceptionally thoughtful." But I just thought anyone who saw it would have very little clue what the event or the project was about.
I'm not faulting the reporters. In fact I thank them for their interest, time and consideration. I used to write the Maclean's "People" page and my paragraph-size articles on various topics, some very worthy of note, had to fit a certain cutesy format.
The whole newscast tonight, not just my tiny spot, was so non-deep, so cutesy format (BIGGEST NEWS: David Beckham's $250 million contract; it turns out, though, he is doing it "for the kids of America"; lotsa pictures of tanned Posh with cleavage). Which is why I, I suppose, I never watch the news.
I want deep. I yearn for deep. Often I feel desperate for deep. I feel alone a lot because no one else seems to mind.