Just Not Right

I wish the media had even a tiny bit of respect for the feelings of those who are surviving through the worst series of tragedies in our time.  The man who's just discovered his family didn't survive doesn't need an interview...  He needs the cameras to be turned off, and the microphones set aside, and he needs a hug, and words of kindness.  I'm quickly losing respect for a whole heck of a lot of reporters. 

Those reporters are there with their crews and their equipment, and I'm sure they aren't spending every night in piles of rubble.  They have their makeup on, and their hair done, and their clean and still pressed outfits when they go on the air.  And then they stick their microphones and cameras into the faces - into the lives - of people who are totally and completely without.   Without homes, without families, without food, shelter, or clothing.  Without the most basic of all things, water.  Without what they knew to be their lives.

Those reporters are taking advantage of those who are weak and weary, and that's just not right.

I cry at the drop of a hat again these days.  I suppose that's mostly because of my ever-changing, messed up, pre-menopausal hormone levels.  But I think it's also because I have a heart.  Every time I turn on the television, there's another image of suffering in earthquake- and tsunami- ravaged Japan, and my heart breaks.  I don't know how the major news network reporters have become so calloused that they can dig for their story, and just ignore the anguish in the eyes of those they interview.  It's as if they've lost their humanity.

I hate how much some people can just, well... suck sometimes.