The Role of Fast Media in Complex Social Dialogue
I feel conflicted even thinking about this first line, but our national dialogue around the situation in Gaza has left me feeling confused and ashamed.
Let me be really clear. This isn’t yet another article adding my uneducated two cents worth into a very complex issue that I don’t know enough about to offer any real opinions. If you want that, there are far more credible ways to educate yourself and lots of opinions being freely given. Bit like gob jobs in the nineties.
I’m talking about how the narrative, right or wrong, educated or not, has left me with the bitterest taste in my mouth and a sense of unease about the role our fast media sources and social media platforms play in the international political and human rights space.
Working day in, day out from a social justice framework means that when I hear about humans in pain I want to know more. To understand. To help if and where I can. To help the humans who are hurting. The Mum’s and artists like me, who speak from another cultural experience that likely isn’t as privileged as mine. To support the little eight year olds, who might be fluid in gender but funny as a whip, just like my kid. If only they lived in the safety and opportunity that she dwells in. It’s a heart thing.
What it’s not necessarily, is a political thing, which I know might sound uneducated and parochial. I assure you, I’m far from either of those things. Nor is it an ideological debate necessary because, shoot me for saying this, it’s not my ideology or country to have an opinion about. I just want to understand and support. Or at the very least, do no harm through my words and actions as a move through my abundant, safe world.
While I should probably research in a more academic way or connect with lived experiences to increase my knowledge, the reality is I get most of my information through fast media.
I have what I consider to be a pretty eclectic array of opinioned women I regularly tune in to, in order to find a pulse on current issues, and in retrospect, I can see they are selected for a couple of key reasons:
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They are a reflection of me.
Maybe polished up versions of me with better skin and wardrobes, but something about them is familiar to my experience, allowing me to connect and engage with them comfortably, with whom I share some common language. They could be Mum’s, creatives, funny, like bright colours, be opinionated, have the same eye shape as me, have a fetish for converse sneakers. Who knows? Something about them feels kindred, which cultivates a sense of trust. Real or not.
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They have different views of the world.
I have only just realised that I almost purposely, if not consciously, have a selection of woman I turn to that might not necessarily agree with each other. I think my why, falls somewhere in the knowledge that the truth, the real truth, lies somewhere in the middle of two polarising ideologies. I have no theory to back that up, just the benefit of my own mistakes lived over half a decade.
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They’ve earned their credibility
Building a degree of success over a significant period of time equals a level of intelligence and thoughtfulness in my books, whether I vibe with you or not. Longevity over the bumps of rapid fire cancel culture means something to me, as misguided as that might be.
I don’t think there is anything wrong with this approach. Obviously , it’s my approach. Which is precisely the issue. I somehow have to challenge myself to step away from what’s comfortable and hear all views which is bloody mind boggling to say the least.
And why is it mind boggling? What’s led to this icky feeling in the pit of my heart? Well my friends, when I belly flopped into the pit of opinions on Gaza I was unexpectedly drawn into a world of women not being their ‘best selves’, as my mother would say. It was an ‘oh god, cover your eyes, shit how do I get out of this screen’, type experience to say the least.
Like ‘accidentally’ falling into a hard porn rabbit hole when you innocently google the chiropractic ‘back nobber’ tool and add an extra L into the first word because your eyesight is shit and your late night typing is atrocious. True story.
In a split second the comments moved from ‘how could she say that’ to ‘and her new book, product, skin, face, bum is all kinds of shit’. I was compelled to go read, watch, look to see how they were related to the situation in Gaza. Only to realise they weren’t…..Like the high school bully who calls you fat simply because they don’t know what else to say.
Here’s where I do have some experience to share. This current dialogue is giving me flashbacks of what it feels like when white, middle class, affluent citizens rave on and on endlessly about their opinions on Culture. It makes me tired. And more than a little twitchy.
I’m not talking about allies wanting to truly learn more and voice support. To fight the good fight. I frigging LOVE allies. They have been a necessary tool within human rights and social justice campaigns throughout history. It is everything that is good in this changing world. Use your privileged platform to advance people within minority groups, I say! It can be a step towards true equity.
The experience that makes my skin crawl into itself is listening to the ones who sprout on and on AND ON about Aboriginal Peoples’ issues until they have no space left for their own authentic voice. These people aren’t bad or necessarily doing it for selfish reasons. I believe they genuinely feel strongly and want to help.
It is misguided though. And it isn’t helpful. Like the Manager I once had who wanted to help me ‘get an education’ when I have three degrees, a Masters, and more importantly life experience up the wazoo. I’m not the gap needing to be closed, love. It was hard but I’ve got it handled thanks very much.
As a consumer though, we have essentially created the platform for influencers to have a very loud voice and it’s a part of our current human experience that’s not going away. So let’s call this my love letter to influencers. It’s a few little tips I thought might be useful to think about before you ‘use your platforms’ to ‘save the people’.
Take it or leave it. It might sting your ego a little so maybe pair it with some Brie and a cheeky red.
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It’s not about you.If you’re finding yourself talking more about how another equally privileged ‘influencer’ is hurting your brand, reputation, safety, than you are talking about the actual people within the political situation that started the conversation then you are missing the point. Knock it off, pull your heads in, get over yourselves and leave space in the actual fight for the people who need it.True god ‘ey. You are making me weak and I just don’t care how Bernice did you wrong, Juniper. If you live in Australia, are white, not a minority and earn anything above the poverty line you are not unsafe, you are precious petal.
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Don’t use a serious human issue to sh*t on anyone else’s creation.EVER. Even if you personally think the creation is rubbish. Creating is hard and it takes guts to put a little piece of yourself out into the world.For me, creation is multifaceted. It’s writing, making, singing, dancing, splashing, the way you wear your clothes and do your hair. The content you create. It’s not all my shot of tequila but I see it all as brave. Even if I don’t like a product, I still often find myself doing the quiet nod of appreciation that particular niches have popularity. Bravo you magical spin doctor for whatever success you’ve managed to create. Bravo indeed.If you don’t like someone’s new movie/book/hairstyle scroll past and here’s a really novel suggestion. Don’t buy or consume it! Bloody brilliant way of voting with your feet. Like a toddler spitting their veggies at you! And perhaps don’t promote it with a stomping, fuming tantrum of negativity, so that people like me go and have a cheeky gander out of pure voyerism. Only to find I’ve now watched the whole series and loved the guts out of it, forgetting what drove me to it in the first place.
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Informed opinion is different from active, baseless diatribe.It’s not for me because…is a valid conversation that I’m interested in. I cannot tell you how many times this critiquing of offerings has saved me from time, money, expectations wasted because I could make a more informed decision.On the other hand, ‘oh my god, did you see the size of bags under her eyes, how can she say she’s a feminist’ has funnily enough been less useful overall.
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People are allowed to advocate in an informed way.Advocating against unethical practices, cultural appropriation, environmental issues that are important to you is cool with me. Calling out shoddy practice that can be validated in a real way and asking people to do better is a superpower in my books. If your evidence is sound I want to hear about these issues for sure. That’s how I make better choices and learn.I’m not an expert in environmental practices, but I care about our land. If you are more informed than me I want to hear it. I’m keen to do better. If something is ethically wrong, shout it out by all means. Just do so with the research to back yourself fully so that you’re not propagating more harm. Focus on the practice not the person. Two wrongs do not make a right. Use the 'when you go low, I go high' rule of thumb.
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Being wealthy or coming from privilege does not automatically mean someone is wrong.If done with integrity, information from our most successful can bring another aspect to our cultural landscape and conversation. It’s a different perspective and lens from mine for sure, but I generally look at the content of what someone is saying, not how expensive their shoes are or which school their kids go to. After that I might feel a little jelly about those gold, glitter connies they’re wearing, but I’m only human.I’m aware that people see me differently than I see myself. Employed, successful, ‘lucky’. I know my reality is much, much different. Don’t assume you know all the pieces in the puzzle that is someone ‘well known’ in the media. The backstory might just surprise you.
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Don’t judge someone else’s entry point into a conversation.This is especially true if it is in no way your cultural issue, even if you feel you know a person intimately. I am in no way equipped to judge if someone is feminist enough, Jewish enough, black enough, outraged enough. Just a reminder that because you see someone’s insta on the reg, it does not mean you are intimately acquainted.Believing someone is living a seemingly affluent life in Australia with no direct ties to the conflict at hand doesn’t necessarily mean their cultural connection and knowledge isn’t deeply embedded. Likewise, your uninformed view of their cultural cred does not automatically mean your opinion is equal to or more valid. That maths just doesn’t add up.Your feet may not be on my own cultural country but your family’s may well be. Their heart likely still is. A person's cultural connection and heritage for their language group may be so strong it's blinding. The only opinions I will accept around a person's right to talk about the issues relevant to their people is from their own people.An audience may not always be privileged to witness the depths of someone’s cultural ties and that’s ok. It’s sacred and might not be something you’ll see on their day to day social media presence.
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There is diversity in every aspect of lifeI’m particularly over conversations of woman being ‘not feminist enough’, ‘not female enough’, ‘not outspoken enough’, ‘not good enough’. Oh just shush it, you are neither clever nor funny, as my Gran would say. It’s ignorant not to accept the spectrum of human experience. It smacks of the experience of light skinned people of Aboriginal decent.Too much, not enough. No place for you. In some respects, light skin gives a unique and rich perspective because of its origins in the stolen generation. In other ways, we are taught by our First Nation Elders that we may never truly understand what it’s like not to be able to pass easily, as though part of the majority population like so many in our Country.It is all relevant though. All parts of the journey. Just because you are married, it doesn’t mean you’re not a feminist. Just because you’re not married, it doesn’t make you a man hater. It’s the actions of a person that speaks to me. Apparently a child is ‘not trans enough’ because they choose not to change pronouns. I can tell you, the agony of a mother's heart of having a nine year with impacted kidneys because of the anxiety gender assigned toilets at school creates is pretty bloody real to me.
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Silence doesn’t always mean apathy.Sometimes I’m quietest when I really, truly care about something. It’s not because I’m clueless, unaffected, or disinterested. It’s because of the importance an issue holds for me.In our culture, we teach our children through the practice of watch, hear, say, do. Your children watch. Just watch, with no words. In this way, they start to form their own narrative. Then you tell your story as they watch. It’s another piece of the puzzle and they grow into a new task just a little bit more. As a teacher though, it’s clear this is your lens on the activity, your perspective. They will grow their own perspective. Our little ones then tell you their story of the new skill as you do it. This is about safety. You are testing their little capacity for independence. Then they do and it becomes their story.I find my interactions in the social media space or with social issues, work along the same lines. I watch and listen. I learn and create my own space within an issue and it may take time for me to feel safe enough to speak into an issue. It’s not apathy. It’s just my way. Don’t assume I don’t feel something because I haven’t share it in a reel.
Look, I could go on but then I’d just be another blowhard in the wind. As I read back through my thoughts, the word that jumps to my mind is kindness. Are you being kind, I ask my kids?
Kind doesn’t mean I’m not a ferocious force about the things I hold sacred. It doesn’t mean I don’t get angry and filled with the rage of emotion about injustice. Quite the opposite. I’m a true spitfire. With an VERY quick tongue. And I want that from the inspiring women I seek knowledge from. If you’re luke-warm I’m out I’m afraid. No clicks from me.
But it only takes a moment, just a second really, to sit back and think. Is this an action of love or ego? Is this about them or me? Does my action and words help or hurt?
Social media queens, do us all a favour? When you’re out in the world sprouting your ‘wisdoms’, just be your best selves hey. It’s really not that hard. Do better if you can and if not, just shut up for a while and give someone’s else’s voice some air. You might learn something.