Live Television
I’ve
seen a lot of memes, jokes and videos lately about smartphones hogging
attention, causing accidents and absurdly, preventing people from talking to
each other. While I agree that they are one of the most double-edged
technological inventions so far and often wish I’d never got one and become a
dependent, I’m finding myself far more disturbed by the change that the digital
age has made to one of our much older electronic distractions.
There
was a time when TV was an extravagant luxury. A person would be fortunate
indeed if they knew someone that had one, even if it could only display a crackly,
fuzzy, intermittent black and white picture. When they eventually became
available to a wider audience, they were used to transmit huge events – moon
landings, world championships, royal weddings, whatever might be deemed
important or newsworthy in the society of the time. Documentaries eventually
gave way to entertainment shows for families to spend their quality time on. The
soap operas that initially only aired for half an hour each week built up to
several instalments competing for airspace every weeknight, followed by
impossibly long omnibus editions to see addicts through the weekend. The
variety of programmes, foreign imports, number of channels and broadcasting
times continued to increase until TV stealthily became an inescapable and
integral part of life.
Now,
with the advent of wi-fi laptops, tablets, aforementioned smartphones, digiboxes,
media players, streaming and a wealth of speedy downloadable content from across
the globe, I genuinely fear that the western world is blindly and obediently entering
some Orwellian state of totalitarianism.
When
I was growing up (which wasn’t that long
ago), anyone sad enough to collect VHS copies of favourite shows to watch
consecutively and repeatedly were labelled as geeky, socially deficient saddos,
and encouraged to get out more and find a real hobby. Any twenty-something who
told their friends they’d spent Saturday night sitting in watching telly would
be pitied and/or ridiculed. How times change. In the ‘enlightened’ 21st
century, a couple sitting down to 6 consecutive episodes of the same series on
their night off would probably be considered a date.
TV
has undergone a magical transformation from something people did when they had
nothing better to do, to something people choose to do above all other things.
It’s deemed freakish to NOT have one in the house. I know a few people who
don’t own a TV, and from the reactions they get from others when they tell
people this, they might as well be saying they have serious psychiatric
disorders and enjoy depriving their children of vital stimulus and education.
Oh, the irony.
I’m
not an innocent in all this, I do watch TV myself and I do have favourite
programmes which I have been known to get very enthusiastic about, but I try to
incorporate this into my life in a healthy way by following them one at a time on
a weekly basis, and not allowing any of them to take over my life. During many lengthy
periods I’ve lived without a TV, I’ve remained happy, felt liberated in many
ways and definitely been more productive. Even with a TV in my bedroom, I still
find time to write, read, exercise, go outside a lot and interact with real
people.
I find it off-putting that the occasional
well-written, acted and produced shows capable of providing great insight, or
provoking genuine emotion and thought are milked dry by greedy distribution
networks, endlessly imitated and far outweighed by the mindless drivel and
cheap cannon fodder. I won’t have the TV on even ‘in the background’ if that’s
all its hundreds of channels can offer me. I’ll just find something else to do.
There’s a real world out there.
What
saddens me the most is the willing acceptance of this as our new culture. It’s actually
become a preferred lifestyle choice. People don’t find common ground any more,
they find mutually agreeable viewing material. Small talk and social media
posts centre around it. I rarely see some of my friends more animated than when
they’re extolling the virtues of Netflix
or whatever US series they happen to be in a serious long-term relationship
with at the time. I despair at the use of Cbeebies
as a primary source in child development and behaviour management, and of grown
adults sacrificing so much of their own precious lives in exchange for the
contrived experiences of fictional characters.
One
of my closest friends recently expressed a strong desire to procure himself a
media pod – which seemed to me to be some horrific, Matrix-esque virtual
reality device in which a human being can voluntarily incarcerate themselves to
stare at screens for hours on end and endure a slow, electronic lobotomy. Another
showed me a diary she’s started keeping of the numerous shows she is currently following
simultaneously, as it’s becoming too difficult for her evolved, intelligent
brain to keep track. I confess that I myself have succumbed to the temptation of
downloading a show from another country so I can watch it a whole 24 hours
before it’s due to air in my own. It’s looking increasingly like manufacturers
will continue developing the sound and image quality of their overpriced equipment
until their complexity exceeds anything that basic human senses can hope to
process. I don’t want to consider where it will all end.
Maybe
soon it will be normal for everyone to live in individual pods with only a
carefully catalogued digital menu of noisy, colourful, crystal clear
distractions for company; oblivious to the fact that it’s keeping them quiet,
quelling their energy and lulling them to sleep on a much grander scale than
the Disney channel does to unruly toddlers. Maybe by then it will be too late
to wake up and reclaim life.
Call
me over dramatic, but if Orwell’s nightmare prophecy taught us anything, it’s
that if there is hope for the future, it lies in the masses. Only we can change
it, but we probably won’t.
Because
the Walking Dead starts again soon,
and there’s a Breaking Bad spin-off
on the way.
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