Jocelyn Newmarch

The ‘I’m not a journalist’ excuse

Recently on Thought Leader a blogger defended his inflammatory and inaccurate post with the words “I do not profess to be a journalist. I never have. I only analyse journalism and give you my perspective.” But that’s no excuse. If you want to engage in analysis — which most Thought Leader bloggers do — you…

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Just call me Ms …

Listen up all you telemarketers, banking consultants, conveyancing attorneys, and the like, because this one’s for you. Don’t, ever, call me “Mrs”, at least not before you’ve taken the trouble to ascertain whether I am, actually, married. Let’s just take some time out and think about this. Calling someone you’ve never met before “Mrs” implies…

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Milking it

Have you ever tasted real milk? I’m not talking about the insipid, 0% fat, homogenised milk you buy from your local supermarket. I’m as city slicker as they come, but after a trip to the local petting farm (Sleepy Hollow, are you still there?) in primary school, I drank milk straight from the cow.

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Why I’m not buying a car

For a couple of weeks now, I’ve been walking to work. This is a radical move in Jo’burg, where one routinely drives to the neighbourhood convenience store for a bottle of milk and a loaf of bread, and where the new suburbs are designed on the assumption that you live in your car, going home…

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Valuing freedom

The other day, I downloaded an entire book from the internet. For free. It was an incredibly empowering act. In a society where knowledge is costly and education requires financial sacrifice, it was refreshing to find that someone had decided the value of a product lay not in the money one paid for it, but…

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