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I have to ask... what do these people do aside from having cooking shows on TV? I'm not saying they shouldn't be killed or whatnot, I'm just curious as to why....
Well the above link aside (in which Gordon's behaviour is pathetic, really - would he find it quite such a wizard wheeze if somebody put, say, a dose of LSD, or perhaps a large shot of human waste in his pizza? I'm not sure if he would,) Ramsay's antics in general are arguably pernicious. Anyone misguided enough to appear on his show is probably asking for trouble, but I do wonder how many people in management positions in everyday life have seen Gordon in action, cussing his staff in that way that he does, and then returned to the office with a new set of ideas about how to treat the temps, secretaries, etc. One would be too many.
Ramsay's problem is that he's an aggressive, mindless thug for the cameras. Whether or not he's 'actually like that' seems a bit beside the point - What he stands for is a deeply tiring set of values whereby it's ok to be vile to just about anybody, unless they're more important and successful than you are, on the basis that 'that's just the way it is.' That it's all right to lash out like a five year old child about, what, incorrectly chopped onions, about nothing, in other words. It seems pretty much standard, in terms of reasonable behaviour, to suppose that individuals in positions of authority should be able to control their mood swings, but Gordon's career is essentially two cocked fingers to that idea. He's doing very well, he's even feted for being a nightmare, and people are watching. It would be a bit much to blame Ramsay for the invasion of Iraq, I suppose, but before he came along, the only public spokesman for that sort of bullish, idiotic machismo was Jeremy Clarkson, who nobody takes seriously. Ramsay, on the other hand, is 'a player,' with a certain amount of influence.
So that's why he should be hung, drawn and quartered. As for the rest of them, Lawson, Slater, etc ... well it seems a bit ridiculous to complain about people being over-rewarded these days, but cooking isn't exactly rocket science either. The recipes are fine, possibly, they are what they are, but the implied life lessons about the best way to be seem, coming from the likes of Oliver (actually Oliver's ghost-writer,) profoundly irritating.
And I dare say I sound like a lunatic for saying all this. But it's not me that's crazy, it's them, it's Harriott, it's Fearnley-Wittingstall, it's ... well I've forgotten his name, but that clot with a flat-top. It's him most especially.
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