Listening to the radio the other day, there was a debate about Muslim community relations. A caller to the programme wanted to know why we only heard bad things, why there was never anything about positive initiatives to present a more balanced view.
The presenter eventually admitted what we all know: good news doesn't sell. Everyone knows that a serial killer or a disaster will shift far more papers than Sir Fred Bloggs' latest gong for community service.
We're all guilty of it to a greater or lesser degree. I'd like to think that the motorsport press generally retains a decent sense of perspective, but we're still more likely to write about the problems and conflicts. We'll discuss why the FIA has done this or hasn't done that, or Honda's latest 'disaster,' far sooner than we'll get into the technical competence behind the stunning reliability we see today, or how a 37-year-old continues to show the commitment of a 21-year-old and is now only 13 victories short of a preposterous record of 100 Grand Prix wins.
It's only when we see other sports, other fields of endeavour, that the true excellence of what we have in F1 starts to sink in. I don't want to be accused of squinting out through rose-tinted specs, I just think that every now and then we should stop to appreciate it.