*** 紅蘋果 ***
*** 黑蘋果 ***
Pardon my language. But the fucking asshole Apple editors, reporters, video commentators have zero moral standing in commenting on any female stars’ choice of clothing and coverage or lack of coverage of their breasts. What kind of headlines is “趙碩之拋胸不敵比堅尼女” ? When the 蘋果攝影師和記者 put much of their focus in shooting and talking about pictures of these 女士的胸和內褲!
Lets be clear, these kinds of prostitution guides have been here for some years now. The “market”/”市場” likes these and people read and “use” them, so Apple approves it and provides it.
Setting aside the “豪情” problem for a moment, reading this “美名校華裔女生拍逾百 AV「跟在星巴克兼職無分別」” in 國際新聞 area under the “兩岸國際” section, just makes me question the color of the Apple I am looking at.
Is the Apple still reddish or has it turned totally black already? You see, the photos and video in “美名校華裔” look more like “pornography guide lite” to me. Anyone (including young curious boys (and girls)) who can click to a search engine can find X-rated videos of the lady in this news easily.
It is easy for 黎智英先生 and his colleagues to simply hide behind classics like Milton Friedman‘s “The Social Responsibility of Business is to Increase its Profits” and claim that “there is one and only one social responsibility of business–to use it resources and engage in activities designed to increase its profits so long as it stays within the rules of the game, which is to say, engages in open and free competition without deception or fraud.”
But that will be wrong and mistaken unless we live in a world without context, culture, and people.
The kind of shit and rubbish that are printed and shown in 蘋果日報 are the direct choices and results of the editors, reporters, video shooters, and video commentators. Individually. It is never to late to quit 蘋果日報 and other exploitative news media in Hong Kong. For example, face雜誌記者Ivy should be better off quitting, after she reported on the Donald Tsang protest song in the manner that she did. One can only sell her/his soul a few times (or once?) before it is too late.
結語 (Final thoughts)
Memorable quotes from Extras (emphasis added),
No. What are we doing? Selling ourselves. Selling everything. The happiest day of my life – oh, quick, I’ll do the invites and bake a cake and get a press tent. Must have a press tent – it’s a wedding. I must see pictures of meself with other people I’m in the program with. Oh, now I’m pregnant, we must televise the birth. Quick, see if Ryan Seacrest will present it. Maybe it’ll make E! channel’s “100 Greatest Caesarians.” I’m not having a go at you. I’m just sick of these celebrities just living their lives out in the open all the time. Why would you do that? It’s like these pop stars who choose the perfect moment to go into rehab. They call their publicist before they call a taxi. Then they come out and they do their second autobiography – this one’s called “Love Me or I’ll Kill Myself.” Well, kill yourself then. And the papers lap it up. They follow us around and that makes people think we’re important, and that makes us think we’re important. If they stop following us around, taking pictures of us, those people wouldn’t take to the streets, going “Oh quick, I need a picture of Cameron Diaz with a pimple.” They wouldn’t care, they’d get on with something else. They’d get on with their lives. You open the paper and you see a picture of Lindsay Lohan getting out of a car, and the headline is “Cover Up Lindsay, We Can See Your Knickers.” Of course you can see her knickers – your photographer is lying in the road, pointing his camera up her dress to see her knickers! You’re literally the gutter press. And fuck you, the makers of this show as well. You can’t wash your hands of this. You can’t keep going, “Oh, it’s exploitation, but it’s what the public want.” No, the Victorian freak show never went away. Now it’s called “Big Brother” or “American Idol,” where in the preliminary rounds we wheel out the bewildered to be sniggered at by multimillionaires. And fuck you for watching this at home. Shame on you. And shame on me. I’m the worst of all ’cause I’m one of those people that goes, “Oh, I’m an entertainer, it’s in my blood.” Yeah, it’s in my blood, ’cause a real job’s too hard. I would love to have been a doctor – too hard. Didn’t want to put the work in. Would love to be a war hero – I’m too scared. So I go, “Oh, it’s what I do.” And I have someone bollocked if my cappuccino is cold, or if they look at me the wrong way. You know what a friend of mine once said? They said I’ll never be happy ’cause I’ll never be famous enough. And they were right. And if you’re watching this, I’m so sorry. You’re my best friend. You’re my only friend. And you never did anything wrong. It was everything else. I’ll never do that again. I’ll never treat you like that again. It’s eating me that you asked me a stupid question once, and I just– I could’ve answered it and I didn’t, ’cause I was– I’ll answer it now: I’d be the penguin, ’cause I could eat the flying fish. I know what you’re thinking – why doesn’t the fish fly away? Well it can’t really fly, it’s all glide and flap. They should be called “glidy flappy fish.” I’m so sorry. I’m gonna go now. Cheers everyone.
P.S. Yes, I should fuck myself for subscribing to 蘋果日報. My subscription is ending soon, and I should simply gather up the courage and stop and not renew my subscription. Why do I need to keep up with my Hong Kong news?
P.P.S. I thought about writing an entry about the paradox of Apple Daily, I am glad that I’ve finally found some time to finish this.