When a misconception mislead the Masses. . .
Ah, Alliteration. An entirely enthralling endeavor to encourage the elusive entity one would call a citizen. Alright, that was not all in e’s and m’s but it gave the beginning to this a little more of a lighter feel.
It didn’t? Well! You can’t blame a girl for trying!
Reading over the great many editions of It’s Pop! over the past many weeks, I’ve become more and more disappointed in the turn out in the Melbourne Editions. Although, in doing so I was pointing the finger straight back at myself as I have also not been throwing in an article every once in a while to keep myself remembered. After all, not everyone has the joy of reading all the city Editions and could jump over to Amsterdam where the majority of my articles have recently been published., nor to Singapore or other editions.
Although, I have submitted a grand total of none, nadda, zilch, zero, zip over the past 3 or so odd editions. And frankly, although I have had the words on the tip of my tongue, I have not had the time to enlighten the world of what has been happening in the life of Pien. But then Alton would just smack me over the head and get over myself. There is always time to write an article, and I was just being lazy. Reluctant, I agree. I was being lazy. Although it did not save him a few additional bruises for hitting me in the first place.
However, the problem did not fall into my lap as the sole person not submitting into the once ’shining example’ of It’s Pop!, oh no. It seems that a large slue of us, (Alton, Jimmy, Ida) and a great many others have retracted their pens in a need to give up on the Edition. Now, here is where the misconception (that I have seen) has come in and left it completely in the dust along with Belgrade’s City Hall.
“It’s all the Editor’s fault.”
Unison it would cry at me and my first, and only, thought on the matter boiled down to one very simple response: “So?”
There is a delicately fine line between being appreciated and writing for the hell of of it. One could assume that an Editor, who writes like the gods, does not need his regular writers to fill up his edition. Yet, as the weeks have shown, he can’t. Is that because he has a massive ego? Perhaps, but I doubt it compares to my daily dose of Jimmy. Does he appreciate his writers? I very much think he does, but has just had a very poor way of expressing this. But what of all the hype about being the ‘better’ edition?
Now, that is a bunch of hullabaloo that I have ever heard! Great Editions are the ones that have had the heart of the “Masses” poured into them through enthusiasm and fairly well maintained grammatically correct submissions. For an example, I would say that of late Isa Birnie’s themes week to week have certainly showed that a little positive encouragement can bring a smaller Edition into a mountain of written gold. I personally feel that the same could be said about the Melbourne Edition.
If you want to knock it around in your articles saying that ‘it used to be so great’, why not add your voice to Scott’s and all the fine writers there and stop bitching about it? Enough is enough.
