When I think about inappropriate behavior, I think about MASH:
Hawkeye: What do you mean observation? The only thing I want to observe in Tokyo is what a good time I'm having.
Sherman: You need tests.
Hawkeye: Oh, come on! You know I was only putting you on about Frank Burns.
Sherman: Of course. But you have done some pretty bizarre things.
Hawkeye: Gee, I can't imagine why. I'm 12,000 miles away from home, sewing together soldiers who aren't old enough to shave, while people I don't know keep dropping bombs on the building where I work, which has a big red cross painted on the roof. Maybe I should just hire a band and have the whole thing catered.
That's pretty much what the show was about.
I never worked in a newsroom; I worked production in various small-town newspapers. But did I see and hear inappropriate humor? Oh, absolutely. When a particularly heinous child porn case was going through and our devoutly Christian editor--along with the rest of the courtroom--was inadvertently exposed to CP, you bet there was some black humor afterward.
When one of the local factories shut down and the inevitable unending Domestic Dispute calls kept coming over the scanner late at night, and I was working a late shift with a reporter, after one particularly dangerous-sounding one she said, "Well, sounds like a good times at [name of town!]" Then we made the mistake of having a serious conversation about it...
Even though the news people aren't first responders, they still have to respond to it. And sometimes they get to see the same thing the paramedics and cops get to see. It's either laugh it off, or go crazy and/or blow your brains out.
I cannot say what was said when someone burned to death in a fire and they could be smelled during the fire. Nope nope nope. Some things should not be repeated. At least my love of bacon survived unscathed.
Going to medicine, the day my father-in-law was taken off of life support, a young lady in scrubs came in the room with a mop bucket and made a really off-color joke. I started to get mad, until I found out she was there to clean up, well, after. Another came in, they exchanged another off-color joke; the next one was removing the feeding tube. I went from angry to sympathetic in nothing flat. I'm sure they were just there to make a living, and knowing they were playing an active part in someone's death must tax a person in a way I hope I never know.
Freakin' amen. All this story seems to have generated is a lot of sympathy, a couple of misogynist comments, a non sequitur and a tu quoque.
EDIT: Predictable YouTube comments, on the first video I found about it:
Stupid Puertorican CUM-DUMPSTER!!
I'm going to her rape/murder scene to snap a Smiling Pic with the Homiez!!
Or Take a Growling Shit on your Mama & Papi's Grave & post it on Google+
"There's something wrong with the world today,"
what a fucking filthy mexicunt whore. And we allow these jewish cocksucking pawns to enter the border just to please the multiculturalism agenda of the jewish cancer?
This one again proves these modern day women are nothing but sluts who dont give a fuck but for likes & comments on their social media accounts. These hoes aint loyal.
Thank you, Boing Boing, for at least not lowering yourself to Youtube's level. You got that, at least.