My Life on the WB
Janet Jackson's left breast dropped out on national television at SuperBowl halftime.
CBS's CSI shows ruptured human brain matter as a matter of course.
Three out of every four jokes on any given sitcom have to do with sex.
My life doesn't resemble MTV's "Real World" in the slightest.
Does that mean I'm not living in the real world?
The time for outrage, I think, is over. The time for action was yesterday. I read about countries in the Middle East and hear their cries that we are a decadent morally corrupt society and I can't argue with them. We are.
Rich white Americans pay rich black Americans to sing about how hard life is in the ghetto for poor black Americans and how banging your bitch and wearing the bling bling is all that matters. Meanwhile, those same rich white Americans like to watch TV shows where other rich white Americans stumble through their supposed problems of who they are going to sleep with this weekend, ravaging one social situation after another, leaving nothing but lies deceit and trashed morals in their wake.
Am I any better? Do I not read about hot white chics in the news and listen as we fawn on the bling bling? OK, so my addiction is Law and Order over One-Tree Hill, but is there any difference? I hope there is. Are we all just being played by market forces? Are we not the batteries of the Matrix, except we don't even need to be plugged in because we plug ourselves in? If the Matrix really did exist, how many of us would disconnect?
Escapism is great. Fantasy is great. Reading books and watching movies that take you away from reality for a little while is not a bad thing. It gives us a chance to come back to reality from a new perspective, often refreshed from the experience. But when we start thinking we can treat other people like we would the whores on Grand Theft Auto and think that the only good female is a tall-thin sexually promiscuous female (but available only to me), then we have a problem. If we think all our problems should be solved in 22 minutes plus commercials, if we spend more time looking at a tube than at our families, if violence is the first solution to all problems, if being shocked is entertainment... Then we are one fucked up generation. I'm not talking about the next generation. I'm not talking about our younger brothers or sisters. I'm talking about us.
There's too much to say on this subject for me to get into to it all here. More later.
CBS's CSI shows ruptured human brain matter as a matter of course.
Three out of every four jokes on any given sitcom have to do with sex.
My life doesn't resemble MTV's "Real World" in the slightest.
Does that mean I'm not living in the real world?
The time for outrage, I think, is over. The time for action was yesterday. I read about countries in the Middle East and hear their cries that we are a decadent morally corrupt society and I can't argue with them. We are.
Rich white Americans pay rich black Americans to sing about how hard life is in the ghetto for poor black Americans and how banging your bitch and wearing the bling bling is all that matters. Meanwhile, those same rich white Americans like to watch TV shows where other rich white Americans stumble through their supposed problems of who they are going to sleep with this weekend, ravaging one social situation after another, leaving nothing but lies deceit and trashed morals in their wake.
Am I any better? Do I not read about hot white chics in the news and listen as we fawn on the bling bling? OK, so my addiction is Law and Order over One-Tree Hill, but is there any difference? I hope there is. Are we all just being played by market forces? Are we not the batteries of the Matrix, except we don't even need to be plugged in because we plug ourselves in? If the Matrix really did exist, how many of us would disconnect?
Escapism is great. Fantasy is great. Reading books and watching movies that take you away from reality for a little while is not a bad thing. It gives us a chance to come back to reality from a new perspective, often refreshed from the experience. But when we start thinking we can treat other people like we would the whores on Grand Theft Auto and think that the only good female is a tall-thin sexually promiscuous female (but available only to me), then we have a problem. If we think all our problems should be solved in 22 minutes plus commercials, if we spend more time looking at a tube than at our families, if violence is the first solution to all problems, if being shocked is entertainment... Then we are one fucked up generation. I'm not talking about the next generation. I'm not talking about our younger brothers or sisters. I'm talking about us.
There's too much to say on this subject for me to get into to it all here. More later.
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