I think I've soiled myself

Can I have a 'please, no more emojis' emoji?

screenshot of BBC headline
Face palm: When the emoji you want doesn't exist. A more interesting question might be why does it take two reporters to write a fluff piece?, or why are business reporters filing under Tech? Hey ho.

It appears that the BBC considers the creation of emojis to be of such importance that they assigned not one, but two of their crack business reporters to the task of writing an article on emojis that don't exist. Yet.

The Unicode Consortium has an Emoji Subcommittee—for crying out loud—that decides which emojis get approved. But, for some petitioners, there's a problem.

The group is "mostly older, mostly white, mostly male", says Jennifer 8 Lee, co-founder of a group called Emoji Nation, which helps people propose new emojis. She has the figure 8 as a middle name.

Sarah Treanor and Vivienne Nunis, business reporters, BBC News

Well, I'm mostly older, mostly white, mostly male, and I think that there are mostly too many bloody emojis already. It's nigh on impossible to recognise what many of them are meant to represent. And it's hard to find the few that I do use among the plethora of useless, obscure, and often ugly shit that makes up the current gallery. What I really need is a way of removing the unwanted garbage that's stealth-loaded onto my phone, not adding more of it to wade through. Hrmph!

pregnant man emoji
One too many last night! It could be a beer belly, I guess.

The chair of the Emoji Subcommittee, Google's Jennifer Daniel—who, for Jennifer 8 Lee's benefit, is only mostly white—explains that approval of one emoji may be at the expense of not approving another. So, the final outcome is a balancing act. Hey ho. (shrug)

But the subcommittee's membership may yet approve emojis for a pregnant man and gender-neutral royalty, to further clutter my phone. Words truly fail me. (SMH)

This is utter madness. Please make it stop. (mad)


While our intrepid business reporters consider Jennifer 8 Lee's middle name to be important enough to draw to our attention to it so boldly, they don't consider it important enough to expound on why she has that middle digit. Is she, or her parents, a fan of 1992's Jennifer 8? It was a reasonable enough film, even worth a rewatch, but I don't think that I'd name my daughter after it. Or perhaps she's just looking for a way to make herself interesting. After all, bitching about visual detritus, and the sociopolitical makeup of a committee of nonentities, will only get you so far at parties.