To the Rear!
My personal email account is through the news site Yahoo.com. This morning, before I clicked the “mail” link, I thought I saw an interesting story on the flashing news marquee that flits across the top of the page. I clicked on the link just as it was changing to the next “news” item. It flickered and I gasped. What I actually saw was the entire rear-end of a singer and the crotch of several others. Added to that were some huge mammary glands bursting forth from their flimsy holders and I was in acute distress long before I found the article I thought might be real news. I thought, “Who wants to look at fat sisters with huge rear-ends parading around in their see through clothes? And more importantly, how in the world, does this count as news?”
I don’t suppose that we have set definitions about what is news and what is not news with all the freedom that the first amendment awards us as citizens, but even my third grader can discern that lightly disguised pornography parading around as news is not a good thing. I try to X-out of the non-news link and am sent to a link that features a scaly lizard-looking creature laid out for dinner. This poor thing is going extinct because so many are eating it. YUCK! Even worse is the gooey, starfish shaped blob of goodness that is all the rage in the weight loss game, plus the carcia gambodia bit. Another Duggar is pregnant and one football star made a rude gesture at another. Blow me over! All that followed by a news flash of Ten Celebrities who don’t Practice Monogamy. Only ten? By the time I find the news article I am feeling weak and ick. I must be catching a case of TMI.
If TMI (too much information) was classified in the DSM-IV Drug manual, then I expect that an overwhelming number of people would be suffering from the dreaded disease. Screens rule our lives with information and news: in the banks, in the schools, in personal cars, in every restaurant, the airports, and nearly all doctor offices. Our young children are placed before a screen long before they can even hold their heads up off the carpet. Information flows to us in unrestricted channels throughout the day. Images bombard our senses and words are shifted to create drama rather than truth.
Every image, every word, every note that our children see and hear is information that informs the decisions that create their lives. Every marketing campaign that uses sex to sell the primary product, every sports event that announces one more superstar beating his girlfriend, every game designed to kill at the least provocation, every song/video that indicates it is OK to kill yourself or hold a gun to someone else’s head is going straight to our children’s decision making centers and clogging our own good sense.
Narcissism is at an all-time high. Sexting and the capability to video anything instantly is ruining careers and marriages. Texting is killing our teens on the streets. Children are left to their own devices while mommy sends one more selfie to Instagram or posts to her facebook page, not to mention the damage online pornography has done to daddies, marriages, and our youth.
I find it sad that we are so thunderstruck by the shallowness of instantaneous information that we seemingly have lost more than we have gained. It seems to me that we have lost the art of conversation, the ability to feel compassion for others, and the ability to discern good from evil. Irony, subtlety, and inference have been tossed out the window and been replaced with a hard core in-your-faceness. True comedy has been replaced with vulgarity and the art of teasing has been destroyed by the easily offended. The instantaneous culture demands no more mystery. No more deduction. No time for relationships to develop and absolutely no time for time itself to heal wounds. No time to be a considerate human being. No time to relax. No time to ponder.
Enough said. Technology has its good side as well, it is just difficult to see when the view is being blocked by an enormous rear-end on the screen.