When I were a lad, a journalist came to our school and interviewed about ten of us about adolescent hygiene - I can’t recall what paper it was for, but it was one of the major ones, possibly the Telegraph.
The interviewer asked us a series of questions, as interviewers are wont to do, and I vividly remember that they were ‘road-testing’ a question that they weren’t going to use in the final version - “Do you wipe your bum from front to back, or vice versa?” Cue ten teenagers with furrowed brows making vague hand gestures as they tried to work out their system (as it were).
Another question was “do your feet smell?” or possibly “do people say your feet smell?” My answer was, roughly, “well, it’s one of those things with feet, isn’t it? People say they stink even if they don’t, everyone just ribs each other about it.” When the report was published, Ben, 15, from Leicester was reported as saying:
“Everyone at school says my feet smell. Sometimes their comments drive me to tears.“
All of which is a very roundabout way of saying that some journalists are bastards, and that I know the pain of Professor Simon Baron-Cohen. Ben Goldacre’s article in today’s Graun is excellent, but the version for the BMJ that’s up at his site is even better, and includes details of a cracking bit of journo shenanigans, whereby an email saying this:
“can i share this with ayla and with the committee planning services for AS [autism services] in cambridgeshire if they treat it as strictly confidential?”
became the professor being “so concerned by the one in 58 figure that last year he proposed informing public health officials in the county”. Baron-Cohen clarifies:
“That’s not saying I’m concerned, or that we should notify anybody; these are just the people who run the local clinic, who I share a corridor with, who said they were interested to hear how it was going so far. They are not public health officials, and it’s not alarmist, it’s not voicing concern, it’s simply saying: ‘am I allowed to share a paper with a colleague in the next door office?’ It seems very important to me that we discuss clinical research with clinical colleagues, and I only stressed confidentiality because the paper was not yet final.”
And for the record my feet don’t stink either, you fuckers.