revelry |ˈrevəlrē|noun ( pl. -ries) (also revelries)lively and noisy festivities, esp. when these involve drinking a large amount of alcohol : sounds of revelry issued into the night | New Year revelries.
Since the current event presentations are finished and Public Relations campaign presentations are beginning, I feel that it is time to consider what the class has been presenting, and I will be using the word defined above to help me.
On first inspection, I imagine that using “revelry ” in a post about school would mean that the class is rejoicing now that projects are finishing up and the semester itself is drawing to a close. I would like to spin things in a slightly different direction.
Dead giraffes. Oil spills. Murder and hijackings. Not exactly news stories to revel in, and most of the group projects are coming up the same; they all relate to a problem that needs to be fixed, or at least a news-worthy item that is contentious or controversial.
This isn’t to say that solving problems is a bad thing. Public relations (and marketing, in general) are largely about solving problems, whether they are corporate or consumer problems. Also, human beings are well known for their ability to solve problems and answer complex questions.
Well. Some of us are.
I could deride poor Miss Carolina for what she said, but that would be tremendously unfair. Given the level of competition that she was in, it is easy to understand that she was under quite a lot of stress, and I am willing to bet that she had not been briefed on how to answer that particular question. It is also possible that she did not fully understand the question. Regardless, her problem-solving sills were evidently impacted in a negative fashion, and I could speculate for hours on exactly why she fumbled the question, but that would be entirely moot.
What I will speculate on is the quality of the publicist who briefed her before the competition. I don’t follow the “Miss Universe” contest, but I understand the premise, and also understand that any of the girls who go on stage will have given rigorous training: how to walk, how to stand, how to smile, how to answer questions, what questions to expect; the list goes on. There is a generally held belief that American citizens are not experts on the world outside their borders, and I am quite shocked that she did not have a scripted answer to the question, or that, if she did, that her answer fell apart so quickly.
But here I am, discussing the misfortune of another human being. This brings me back to my original thought; revelry. It always seems so much easier to talk down to people and their actions than it does to lift up those who are successful. It is almost as if we, as a species, revel in the failure of others more often than their success.
Of course the news media will publish whatever story they wish, and it is a fact that bad press sells newspapers easier than good news, but therein lies a derisive topic. It is very easy to accuse news providers of sensationalism, or only reporting bad news, or any one of a hundred other things that make them into the “big bad news companies”. They are still a business, like any other, and so if they realize that one type of story sells better than other, you’re darn right they will use those stories more often, and it is their prerogative to do so.
So does that make it easier for the listening public to see failure? Does that create an expectation in their minds that failure is expected, or even that the critique of failure is required?
Anyway, I seem to be drifting off topic here, so let me bring it back to Earth. Do we revel in success often enough?
I know that I don’t. I have been a cynic since middle school, and events that have occurred in the past couple years have left me with only deeper cynicism. I find that my classmates’ cynical attitude towards some instructors “rubs off” on me, even if I like the instructor.
Is my generation becoming so used to negativity that, when those we consider colleagues or friend us are negative, we just follow?
I don’t know the answer. I wish I did. However, until I do know, all I can do is try my best to chase the cynic from my mind with a bit of good ol’ rock n’ roll revelry.
Good night, internet; revel in some rock before you go to sleep: