Since now, apparently.
The NBC network is officially dancing on the grave of the July 4th Boston Pops concert, whose national broadcast has been dumped by CBS.
Full-page ad in Wednesday’s New York Times:
Wait – curated by Usher?
Raise your hand if you want a throwdown between Usher and Keith Lockhart.
Us too.
Advertisements
You’re behind times. Curating things is the latest euphemism for being an announcer.
There’s even one “journalist” who thinks “reporting” is “curating the news”
Interesting, isn’t it, that puffery and self-importance is alive and thriving on the Fourth of July!
So maybe I’m not blogging – I’m curating!
________________________________________
Or maybe getting pickled?
Who told you that?
________________________________________
It’s gotten so bad that I misunderstood when I heard a doctor reporting on the results of an experimental treatment. He said “the cure rate was x%” and at first I couldn’t make sense of what he was saying–my “curate” mind block was in place.
“Curate” in its various forms and conjugations is a word I don’t want to hear anymore, it has become the most overused, tired, and now meaningless word of the past year or so. It went from 0 to 60, so to speak, in about 12 months, and I expect it will flame out soon–hopefully! When you don’t know what to say about what you are actually doing or why, just say “curate”.