Dear Aaron Sorkin:
You’ve had an impressive and envy-inspiring career so far, writing hits such as “Moneyball,” “A Few Good Men,” “The West Wing” and “Sports Night” and winning accolades and awards.
So why so angry?
At 51 years old, you are much too young to turn into an Andy Rooney-style curmudgeon. I’ve read that your new show, “The Newsroom,” is yet another opportunity you’ve seized to Set the People Straight. I apologize: I haven’t seen it yet.
I share your concern about the state of journalism today, but you and I clearly differ as to whether the Internet is a good or bad thing. Here’s what you told the Atlantic Wire last year:
The upside of web-based journalism is that everybody gets a chance. The downside is that everybody gets a chance. I can’t really get on board with the demonization of credentials with phrases like “the media elite” (just like doctors, airline pilots and presidents, I prefer reporters and commentators to be elite) and the glamorization of inexperience with phrases like ‘citizen journalist.’ …As the saying goes, the problem with free speech is that you get what you pay for.
You are aware that journalists are not technically credentialed, right? There’s no test, no overseeing board, no gated membership area. Somebody just has to be willing to give you a job.
Before the Internet, opportunities were few. Cities were lucky to have one daily paper, one weekly paper, and a couple of television stations. There wasn’t too much turnover.
But now, thanks to the Internet, there are many Web-only publishers. And the great thing is that they are not under corporate control like the “elite media” to which you refer.
I don’t know if you can handle the truth, but the truth is that more voices means that we have a better handle on truth in general — if we as consumers are willing to read and listen to a variety of voices and do some critical thinking. Yes, whiffs of Chomsky right here.
But you have a problem with that:
One of the things I find troubling about the Internet, as great a resource tool as it is, and as nice as it is that we can all communicate with each other, and that everybody has a voice – the thing is, everybody’s voice oughtn’t be equal.
Oh Aaron. Such an elitist. It is ironic that the person who won an Oscar for writing “The Social Network” and is writing a biopic of Steve Jobs could feel this way.
You reserve special hatred for bloggers, even mistaking print reporters for a bloggers.
Ugh. I’m a blogger, Aaron. I also subscribe to numerous newspapers and magazines, watch TV, go to movies, read books (both print and electronic versions)*, and I have a Ph.D. (And I’m sticking out my tongue at you in a very educated and mature way.)
Look, Aaron, the Internet is not going away. So let’s trim those eyebrows and put away the shaking fist. Don’t you have work to do?
Stop biting the hand that feeds you,
Beth
* Although I am a little embarrassed about what I read last.
Sounds like he is trying very hard to be a dude. A few words of advice, dudes just high five. They don’t really care if it looks great, it’s the moment that’s important, you moron!
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That must have been the weirdest, most uncomfortable interview ever for “Internet girl.”
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I saw his interview on The Early Show. I think he’s snarky no matter where he is and quite possibly … he is a love child of Andy Rooney. (That is what I was wondering as I heard him speak in a Rooney like timber.) He was trying really hard to look pained at the passing of Nora Ephron. A more talented human not only in her craft but as a person than Andy Jr.
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I totally agree. Perhaps he needs to stop granting interviews.
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Or he went over the writer’s head and/or
she walked in with her storyline already mapped out. Is it possible he called her “internet girl” because she had mentioned that it was not TV that was relevant to her, but the internet, rather than having forgot for whom she wrote?
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Maybe. But did you read her article? It doesn’t seem that way. I’ve read other interviews with him and he always comes off as angry. I’d like to meet him and see for myself what he’s like.
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