You might remember years ago, the controversy involving the Tate Gallery and a pile of bricks.
They paid a large amount of money to a controversial artist called Carl Andre who made a neat arrangement of bricks on the floor of the gallery, for which he was paid, I think, about £25,000.
In their defence, and with some justification, the gallery explained that their role was to chronicle contemporary British art, however debased and shallow it had become.
Now, I’ve always admired Mulley‘s energy in organising the Irish Blog Awards. He’s been unfairly accused of rigging the results, of influencing judges and of deciding the results in advance.
It’s not true and it’s not fair.
He works hard every year to make the event work, but this year, I’m afraid, I have to say something about one decision.
It isn’t about the selection of the winners in the various categories. Everyone won their category fair and square. There were many categories in the Irish Blog Awards, and the winner from each category went forward to the competition for Best Blog.
The categories were as follows:
- Pop culture
- Beauty and fashion
- Food and drink
- Sport and recreation
- Art and culture
- News and current affairs
- Irish language
(and a few others that don’t fit any category).
We live in a serious time, and most of these blogs address matters from the cultural nature of our society to how we’re going to survive the recession.
Each category had its own well-deserved winner and I have no objection to any of them, in their own areas. The winners are to be congratulated.
But what bothers me is this.
In 2009 we had the Ryan report, the Murphy report and the revelations about Anglo-Irish Bank. We had 1900 job losses in Dell. We had the establishment of NAMA.
Yet the winner of the best blog was a site about make-up.
Really? Is make-up the most important thing in Ireland today? Can the economic crisis be solved by false eyelashes? Will blusher send our kids to college?
I have nothing against beaut.ie. What they do is fine by me, in a shallow, inconsequential, juvenile sort of way. If the best choice of foundation to apply is the biggest decision you’ll make today, I’m glad for you. You don’t know hardship, and I wish I had your life.
But if this is what the Irish Blog Awards judges thought was most deserving of Best Blog, then the country is truly in deep trouble.
Eventually, everything turns into a parody of itself, and that’s what I think has happened to the Blog Awards. It’s a pity that this should have occurred as our country faces its greatest ever challenge, but after last night, and considering the serious issues this country faces, I’m not sure I want to find myself competing against a couple of make-up demonstrators.
It seems that the Irish Blog Awards has arrived at the same point as the Tate Gallery. No longer a place to find the most challenging, but instead a means of chronicling the most shallow and vapid.
Does my arse look big in this?
Ironically, the theme of the night was about predictions that Irish blogging is dead. The show started with a fake funeral and veryone was presented with a little coffin.
Next year, I fear, there will be no need for irony, unless someone takes control of this trend.
Irish blogging will still survive, as strong as ever, but I’m afraid the annual meet-up will be dead. Killed by lipstick.
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