I've been watching the trickle-out of Pike River audio and the leaked photo (latest here) over the past few days with a sense of disquiet, and it's really got me thinking about what constitutes 'news' these days.
Just how is it in anybody's interest (beyond the news organisation's ratings) to even talk about publishing these sorts of things? How is there any justification at all - beyond salaciousness and voyeurism?
We've moved a long way, in a very short time, in the age of citizen journalism - but just because more material exists and is accessible than ever before, doesn't make publishing it the right thing to do. If anything, the Wild, Wild West nature of the social news environment means we need standards and more responsible journalism, than ever before.
I hope, that no matter what the families say, TVNZ will have the good taste and maturity to just walk away.
All this talk of Angelina and her implants has the womens mags in a tizz, resulting in a late afternoon request for an interview with me that fast turned into a photo session, and before I knew it, the removal of my top half.
Yup, I have bared the top of my shoulders and less than you'd see in a bikini top for a weekly mag.
Seriously. You'll see less of me on the news-stands next Sunday than you would in a swimsuit most weekdays at Next Gen gym or in my Spin class at the Y when I lean a little too far over the handlebars. It's that tasteful.
But still, I don't think I'll sleep tonight. There's something not very comfortable about purposefully removing your clothing and exposing even a few inches of flesh, to 105,000 magazine readers.
Some of them are going to be my clients. Others will be the people I sit on a board with. Oh, God, and then there's that committee. The bank manager. My lawyer. The guy at the Dairy. My kids' teachers. The people who work for me. The lady who checks me in in the Koru lounge for my regular weekly commute, come Monday. The people in my spin class. My friend K, who would rather pull all her fingernails out than make a spectacle of herself in the pages of a magazine. Relatives who never really understood why I did 'it' (the mastectomies) in the first place. The barista where get my coffee.
I can't help but wonder what they'll think. And whether they'll think I'm stark raving mad for getting...well...sort of starkers. In a seemly sort of a way.
But I didn't do it for them. I did it for the somebody, somewhere, who needs to learn to live with different breasts from the ones she was born with, but can't imagine life on the other side. Who some day might pick up that magazine and see that getting rid of those two globs of fat parked on her chest, isn't the end of the world. Who might, as a result, save her own life.
So I'm going to try and focus on what that woman thinks. And nothing else.
PS the breasts in this shot aren't actually mine - mine (the few inches you'll see of them) are embargoed until the mag publishes on Sunday.
I'll be the one at the checkout with a paper bag over my face.
I went to the most FABULOUS Yoga class in Auckland a couple of weeks ago.
It was everything I'd been looking for, for ages. Think Goldilocks and beds. Not to hard, not too soft, not too long, not to whoo-whoo...and on the list goes. I was so excited about having a yoga 'home' again, after years away from regularly hitting the mat.
So the headline 'don't miss this', at the top of their weekly email, sparked my interest this morning. I don't know what I thought was coming, but given it came from an ethically-run yoga studio that promoted themselves as something of a haven and escape from the pressures of the outside commercial craziness,I sort of assumed it was something that would benefit me.
You guys really came to the party in sorting our claim out and getting it off to the insurer, after months and hundreds of hours of anguish and phone calls. And for that, we will be eternally grateful.
But I couldn't not share what just popped up on my Facebook feed...
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Great work is being done to help prepare the public for the changes that need to come, as aging, shrinking health workforces collide with a population that's also getting older. And in need
But there's a way to go towards a future I got a glimpse of this week, when me and my ear discovered zocdoc.com.
Oh my God, you won't believe what just arrived in my alternate office (the hotel lobby).
A goody bag loaded with all things Kiwi - a copy of the Women's Weekly, a Metro magazine, yesterday's NZ Herald (hard copy! Such a treat), a Next magazine, and the piece de resistence, a loaf of Vogel's bread.
It was hand delivered by Kapa, the Air NZ Concierge who had done such an awesome job, along with his concierge colleagues, of getting the kids home on their own when I wasn't able to fly last week. He knew I was still stuck here and offered to bring a paper.