Once upon a time the patriarchal model of journalism was seen as the ideal. It was easy to assume it because the titans of that industry held all of the cards. When you are the gate-keeper, you set the rule of engagement.
It was a simple and simplistic model that seemed to work — even without the science or the experimentation. You showcased a lot of visionary Great Men — in the days where men where Great Men:
And the women were disposable eye candy prancing in public in their underpants:
It was all very Patriarchal.
It still is, don’t kid yourself, children.
Because for it to change, news producers would have to admit they were wrong.
And then they would have to overhaul everything.
They’d rather scuttle their own ship, then make changes that could possibly benefit someone else, and they’d lose some of their power.
Yes, I know they already lost it; but they keep hoping for the calvary to arrive.
Except some of that calvary got angry, outed all the boors through #MeToo, and now started a little something you may have heard of called Time’s Up.
The ones you dismissed as disposable eye candy turned themselves into soldiers.
Bless them for it. Keep it up.
The reason journalism died was that it so stubbornly stuck to a single structure of script. No women visionaries.
No swaggering female Turks that are taken seriously.
No Matriarchal structure.
That was a very bad move when social media exploded on the scene.
The nurturing Matriarchal was giving everyone a chance to be heard, and then the authoritative Patriarchal became threatened by it all, and then used all of its old tricks to its utter devastation.
Journalism is antiquated. It cannot function in its current form.
We need a different structure, and a different way of doing things.
Because it is time.
Right here, and right now.