Battlers!
Two nights in a row of TT bliss!
Last night the show ran a story about a group of abattoir workers whose workplace had closed down due to a big, bad evil boss who was living in luxury while they struggled along on the sniff of an oily rag.
I think I've figured out TT's approach to business: all bosses are evil bastards and big corporations are the spawn of satan, unless an overseas firm pokes their head in, in which case Australian businesses, no matter how reprehensible their practices are, become "battlers". Sensible isn't it?
TT took a group of the workers up to Palm Beach (I think that's where it was; I haven't been there in six years, but the landscape looked familiar) to see how their evil former boss lived. They were real ockers, about as Australian as a person can be, short of darkening their skin and hunting kangaroo. They took these poor fellows to see the posh houses, sit in a Mercedes convertible (conveniently unlocked and unalarmed; you'd almost think that TT had brought that Merc up themselves...), eat at a nice restaurant, and filmed them the entire way through. Lots of comments made about a lifestyle they (and 99% of the rest of the country) couldn't afford, which I suppose was the point of the whole thing. I can't help but think that a financial inducement was offered to the men to do this story, because the whole thing was incredibly demeaning. And, given their unemployment, I'm sure most of the men felt that they'd be fools to pass up the gig. The whole thing felt exploitative, as though it were "battler porn" for the rest of Australia to look at in order to feed our collective battler fetish.
Seriously, low, low, low.
Last night the show ran a story about a group of abattoir workers whose workplace had closed down due to a big, bad evil boss who was living in luxury while they struggled along on the sniff of an oily rag.
I think I've figured out TT's approach to business: all bosses are evil bastards and big corporations are the spawn of satan, unless an overseas firm pokes their head in, in which case Australian businesses, no matter how reprehensible their practices are, become "battlers". Sensible isn't it?
TT took a group of the workers up to Palm Beach (I think that's where it was; I haven't been there in six years, but the landscape looked familiar) to see how their evil former boss lived. They were real ockers, about as Australian as a person can be, short of darkening their skin and hunting kangaroo. They took these poor fellows to see the posh houses, sit in a Mercedes convertible (conveniently unlocked and unalarmed; you'd almost think that TT had brought that Merc up themselves...), eat at a nice restaurant, and filmed them the entire way through. Lots of comments made about a lifestyle they (and 99% of the rest of the country) couldn't afford, which I suppose was the point of the whole thing. I can't help but think that a financial inducement was offered to the men to do this story, because the whole thing was incredibly demeaning. And, given their unemployment, I'm sure most of the men felt that they'd be fools to pass up the gig. The whole thing felt exploitative, as though it were "battler porn" for the rest of Australia to look at in order to feed our collective battler fetish.
Seriously, low, low, low.
posted by Today Tonight at 1:12 AM
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