Friday, 12 October 2012

Jews, Gypsies and Us: In defence of the Channel 4 'Minocumentary'

This week we were introduced to the latest Channel 4 finger-in-the-eye of p.c. Britain -  The much anticipated Jewish Mum of the Year Award. Along with many other Jewish twenty somethings, I sat and fumed at the screen, and struggled to keep down my dinner each time ‘yummy mummy Emma, from Radlett’ spouted something about how her role in life was to uphold and continue 3000 years of human tradition. God help us.

Like many others I turned to Twitter and vented my fury at Channel 4, reminding everyone that this was unrepresentative, mass-broadcast stereotyping. Bravo Channel 4, I clapped, yet again your ‘minocumentary’ has achieved all the subtlety and insight of a Little Miss America beauty pageant. Jewish mums are just the latest in a train of high-heeled eight-year-olds to totter stupidly down your runway. Excuse me whilst I go ahead and vomit up said dinner.

It was Gypsy Wedding all over again. Or as one person eloquently tweeted “Jews everywhere are praying that colleagues aren’t watching whilst planning their ‘you know we’re not all like that’ speech.”

But I’m not here for liberal outrage. There’s enough of that in the Guardian comments. And I’m not here for Jewish outrage - Though I will just say that my Grandma, who practically recycled every toenail clipping, would not have thought much of Jewish-mum Emma’s boastings that she throws a cake away if it hasn’t risen to perfection. (And BTW if that’s true Emma you’d never have made it out of Egypt).

Anyway, sometime between Tuesday night and this morning, I had a change of heart (and stomach). Which came after looking at the web trends for search terms (yes I do do this in my spare time) for Jewish Mums.

If, two weeks ago, you did a Google search for “Jewish mother”, (and by the way about 26,000 people a year do) you’d have found a Wikipedia page, a few humourous blogs, some funny videos, and a couple of silly images. Today there are news pieces, reams of Tweets, outraged bloggers, and can you believe it, a lot of genuinely intrigued viewers, many of them from minority communities, drawing humorous parallels with their own experiences. Like (é accented) Sean, the gay blogger from wimbledon.


This week jewishmother trended on Twitter, and more numbers of people searched for the term than ever before. Well, that’s not quite true, there was a similar surge in 2007 when Emily Bazelon, a Jewish-mum-journalist published this great piece on the Jewish Mother for Slate Magazine. Which I’m sure loads of Jews enjoyed reading.

So no-one can argue that Channel 4 doesn’t put people on the map.

That’s all very well but of course, many of Channel 4s minocumentaries aren’t so playful. We only had to watch 5 minutes of My Big Fat Gypsy Wedding, no sorry, only had to hear the title of the show, to know this programme was more of a ‘head up the skirt’ than a ‘fly on the wall’ of the Gypsy community.

I’m not an expert on Gypsy and Irish traveller communities (though I’m enough of one to know that they’re two separate groups of people, with two different histories and languages) but I have been lucky enough to spend some time with Irish travellers. I found them to be an amazingly welcoming, fun-loving, tight-knit, on-the-ball group of people, with a lot of pride in their history, and a deep sensitivity to what they saw as the willful ignorance and blatant racism directed towards their community. For them Channel 4 was a kick in the teeth, plain and simple.

But let's pan out a sec - what was the real legacy of the show? Since that series ended, my overriding memories are not of watching girls getting fingered at weddings, but of arguing with friends in front of the telly, reading with sadness about events unfolding at Dale Farm, following the MBFGW twitter storm which erupted, and perhaps best of all, driving past posters like this one...






And yes, Gypsy Wedding was revolting, but there was also ‘Travellers got Talent’ which The Sun, yes the Sun, praised for it’s ‘fabulous performers’. And there was a huge surge in content on the subject online, like this amazing video on multiculturalism, nomadicism & Roma identity, made by school children in Fulham.

Would we have had these without Gypsy Wedding?

I’ve never worked for channel 4, but I did work for the digital agency who Channel 4 hired to create the Paralympic website. After winning the pitch, we were invited to submit ideas for the slogan for the Channel 4 Paralympics. Something edgy, which fitted with their brand of breaking taboos and embracing controversy. There were some pretty dodgy submissions, but all with the earnest intention of getting disability sport looking cool. And this summer Channel 4 did that. And they didn’t do it with patronising slogans like Samsung’s ‘Everyone can take part’, or through stories about overcoming adversity. They did it with big fuck-off billboards showing bared amputations and naked torsos.

Just like they’re now baring to us the yummy mummy Jewish shoulder pads and gold earrings, or the three-metre diameter gypsy wedding dresses. These images are reductive, they conceal more than they show. But Channel 4 is not about nuance and insight, it’s about leading with the ugly and leaving the protestations of beauty to the general public.   

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I hope one day to be a Jewish mother. I don’t give a fuck about baking cakes or about getting One Direction to sing at my son’s barmitzvah. And I don’t really see myself living in Radlett.

But I can hand-on-heart say, that if the children I’m going to be Jewish-mothering are disabled, or if they are gay, or if they are at school with someone from a Romany Gypsy background, I would much much rather they grew up in a world which has Channel 4 ‘minocumentaries’ in it, than one without.

Because you cannot divorce the programme from the dialogue surrounding it, the liberal outrage, the Twitter eruptions, the simple but cataclysmic fact that broadcast is now conversation. Multiculturalism is also a conversation, and it’s Channel 4 that’s got us all jabbering away :)

Wednesday, 2 November 2011

Collaborative Consumption: Our social crutch

Last Sunday my football team had an away match in Kent. Approaching half-time, one-nil down, I managed to break away from their left-back and found myself surging towards an undefended goal. Great.

Only it wasn't undefended for long, as I was soon heavily clattered from the left by what can only be described as a collosal blonde beast, with the sole intention of impeding, and hopefully flattening me before I could get a shot off. Seriously, all the grace of a wrecking-ball that girl.

My ankle, being my ankle, decided to give way under her horrendous, thunderous tackle and that was that; two torn ligaments, two months of no exercise and two fingers to the rest of the season. Great.

Oh and we went on to lose 6-1.

ANYWAY.

What's she on about... Well, during that exhilarating evening of resting, icing, compressing and elevating said ankle, I realised I'd have to go all the way to the hospital if I wanted to get some crutches so I could get into work the next day. I had planned to book an appointment at A&E so as not to clog up their long line of actually properly hurt people, but without the crutches, well I was a nobody, a slug. They had to be found.

And then I thought, I bet there's about a hundred pairs of crutches, lying there, unused, discarded after skateboarding accidents and drunken tumbles, hundreds I bet, within about a 2 mile radius of me right now. Right now. And just because I don't know in which houses or how to contact them, I have to schlep all the way to A&E and sit for hours to get my own crutches, and be told to go home and rest, ice, compress and elevate the foot that I dragged into the hospital.

Great.

Luckily in the end my mum remembered she had a neighbour who'd had a hip replacement a few weeks ago. Bingo. I hopped over there and pinched her crutches off her. 

But I had to stay and listen to her go on and on and on about her hip replacement. And I wasn't in the mood, having just sustained my own injury, an involuntary injury I might add, and I concluded that my original idea of sourcing a stranger's unused crutches in the local area would have been much better, as they probably wouldn't have blabbered on at me, and they definitely wouldn't have told me how much I was starting to look like my mum.

I digress, again, but the moral of this story is, for whatever reason, we should share our unused stuff.

And no this isn't something I thought up by myself. Obviously.

You see...

About 6 months ago I was lucky enough to hear a talk by a very switched on lady called Rachel Botsman; self-styled 'social innovator', figurehead of the 'Collaborative Conusmption' movement and author of 'What's mine is yours".

The basis of the movement is a change in the way we use and consume things.

The principal is based on three things:

1. There are lots of 'things' which people own or have access to, which are unused a lot of the  time

2. The internet allows us connect and with others in instantly, wherever they are


3. The rise in networks like Freecycle and Couchsurfing show that we are increasingly partial to sharing stuff, and aren't always bothered about status and owning something to have at our disposal.

It's a really exciting and infinitely extendable idea. There are loads of examples of these collaborative networks already in action. There are car sharing networks like Streetcar; clothes swapping places like Styleswap and shared working space networks like Studiomates.

Ooh and one of my favourites, Skillshare, which is a place where people with skills or knowledge can organise classes for others to attend. Hopefully coming to the UK soon.

They're springing up all over the shop, and the best thing is, none of them involve a shop. They're all about sharing the idle resources, possessions, knowledge, amenities and spaces of individuals, so that

a. individuals can make a bit of cash
b. we can help each other out more easily
c. we can build trust and local connections
d. we can reduce the environmental impact of buying stuff

and c. we can move, slowly, from a world of materialism to one of 'collaborativeism'. Yay.

Or as Botsman puts it, from wanting to buy a drill, which will lie dormant for most of its life, to just wanting the hole in the wall, at a small price, when you need it.


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A Challange

So after getting all excited about this, I decided to give it a go, and am working on a new site with my friend Shane.

It will be a site where people can post up tasks, jobs and errands of any sort, for others locally to bid on. It could be for help with shopping, collections or deliveries, gardening, personal assistance, research, anything really.

The thing is, we don't know where we should launch it. The thought is that London is too big, and trust levels are pretty low. My instinct is that Bristol is the place. Good transport, quite affluent, quite liberal, lots of young people etc. Some think Brighton?

What do you reckon? Would be very keen to hear thoughts...?

x B

P.S. here's Rachel Botsman talking about sharing stuff. Watch it. http://www.ted.com/talks/rachel_botsman_the_case_for_collaborative_consumption.html