Dominic Harvey's apology was made by tapping on a phone, not facing the person, their family, their friends. Photo / File
I now know who Dominic Harvey is, which I guess was his goal: to become better known. He's a DJ on The Edge. He needs to be listened to, to set tongues wagging and be reported.
I get that. I'm the guy who wore a canary yellow jacket for an
entire election campaign. But in the modern age, celebrity status is achieved not through clever stunts, intelligence and wit, or by being good at your job. It's done by tapping out abuse and offence to Twitter, Instagram and Facebook. It's instant. It's thoughtless. It's often disgusting.
There is a rush to the bottom and Harvey is the guy scraping the barrel at the moment.
Harvey went out of his way to capture an image of Dancing with the Stars' contestant Chrystal Chenery's crotch and posted it with sexual and degrading comment. He thought it was funny. He caused offence. It got him reported. Harvey apologised to Chrystal. On Facebook. And deleted her photo.
The apology was made by tapping on a phone, not facing the person, their family, their friends. But human social interaction doesn't work like Twitter. Apologies over the internet don't gratify or give satisfaction.
