Uber exec has the AUDACITY to suggest that "journalists" get a taste of their own medicine.
I actually think this is a great idea. Our world is SO full of political correct bullshit. Companies, CEO's, Actors and famous (or not so famous) people in general are apologizing every week for shit they say in private. Because some "journalist" gets the "scoop" and plasters someone's private business all over the web for the whole world to see.
What happened to the concept of privacy?
I have no problem whatsoever with REAL JOURNALISM. Please, expose the government official committing fraud. Tell us what's going on in China. Hell, give me an "opinion" about some current event and I'll consider your points on merit. But I have had ENOUGH of the "PC police".
The Uber example above is about a "journalist", Sarah Lacey, who accused Uber of "sexism and misogyny" for allegedly working with a french escort service. Writing, "I don't know how many more signals we need that the company simply doesn't respect us or prioritize our safety".
Uber is a TAXI SERVICE. So is YELLOW CAB. Why isn't Sarah Lacey writing these remarks about cab companies? Surely they pick up prostitutes, therefore they OBVIOUSLY don't respect women! (sarcasm)...
The MSLM is this country has evolved into the most powerful entity in our society. It literally has the power to shape the news, control the dialog and influence the entire national conversation.
But instead of reporting on things that actually MATTER, it's taking pot shots at the personal lives, conversations and private actions of just about ANY somewhat successful person with a liberal feminist agenda.
I think that Emil Michael has a great idea: Hire some researchers to dig up the dirt on the folks that LOVE digging up the dirt on others. They should see how thick the walls are in their glass house. If there were, I don't know - I'm thinking WAY outside the box here, a CONSEQUENCE for journalists who offer nothing but nitpicky politically correct BULLSHIT, then maybe the world would be a better place. Call me crazy.